Halo RPG

Halo: Total Independence

When the Pillar of Autumn arrived at Halo it ensued a series of events that would change the course of the galaxy forever…The Covenant wage a holy war against the plague of humanity, their weapons, their collectives, and their technology are almost all superior to that of man kind. And yet…we still live. Man and women have thrown themselves into the path of death to fight for not only their homes, but also their entire species. This war has raged on for many years, and its outcome seems grim. Men and women of almost all ages, and hundreds of different professions stand and fight for our survival. It’s time to show all that no matter what or who you are…you will not just stand by and watch everything you know be annihilated...

The story starts on the ships Excalibur, Black Razor, and Equinox. Three deep space exploration vessels designed by PsyCore, they have had no contact with any other human civilization for nearly two years now.

A Brief Understanding

Twenty months ago, when the four ship group was ambushed by two Covenant battle ships, the fourth ship, Angel Fury, was boarded, and the smart AI Axel was taken by the Covenant, the Angel Fury self-destructed, but with the bridge crew dead, it was too late when one of the other officers realized the catastrophe that had taken place, and the self-destruct was too late. The AI was aboard the surviving Covenant vessel, which jumped into slip space. The three remaining ships, which would not allow the AI to fall into Covenant hands, followed the Covenant by entering the same slip space rupture. (Like the In Amber Clad in Halo 2) They destroyed the Covenant ship, after one hundred brave marines boarded the vessel and took their AI back; only seventy-three made it back alive. Now, almost two years later, the three ships have no idea where they are, luckily because they were designed by deep space, they have the equipment to self-sustain themselves. All the people of those ships want…is to see their home again.

Captains: Black Razor – David Keyes (Brother of the legendary Keyes from Combat evolved)
Excalibur - Karen Jamison (A stunning blue-eyed blonde, when she first came aboard, there was always someone staring at her.)
Equinox - Charlie Bass (Former marine, well built, thick muscles, a rigid rough commander, who still is “one of the guys.”

The Introduction

The marine stood with the science officer, both of them were good friends. He had a very perplexed expression on his face, while the science officer tried in futility to explain how the ships propulsion system drew power from Duerillum, a rare crystalline mineral that carried unique properties…

“No no no…the ships systems break down the crystal to atomic states, atomic particles of Duerillum have lots of energy, and the Crystal is not found in human space, only in the outer colonies facing the center of the galaxy…it’s broken down and the energy is harnessed in a more advanced, but similar system, to present nuclear energy…even if there is more than one kind of nuclear ener-“ He paused, “Ok, you know what, forget how it works, I’m going to be late for my shift.” He threw up his hands in frustration and walked away, leaving the rather confused marine behind

Elsewhere, on the bridge of the Black Razor, Keyes walked over to one of the officers, who spoke to him calmly. “Planetoid objects sir, roughly two hundred miles in diameter, sensors reveal large amounts of … Duerillum.” He finished, exhaling with his slip up. He twisted in his chair to glance at Keyes, who smiled. “Good job, we’ll change course and gather as much as we can. We are running low.”

Just then the AI sounded, “Keyes, Karen is on the communications.”

Keyes waved a hand, “Put her through.” He took his spot on the center of the bridge, Karen’s features appeared on the screen, “Captain, our scans show that there is-“

He cut her off, “Fuel, I know. Inform the Equinox, they are much farther behind, we’ll all converge on the coordinates and mine it out. We gather fuel wherever we find it, no telling when we’ll find more.” The ships were spread out along a massive distance, it allowed for their scans to cover more area, even if the chances of it actually helping were extremely low.

”Right then David.” Then the communications was cut off. The crew had lost much of it’s formality, they were on their own now. The ships were their home. The only direction they could assume other humans were, was by following their present course. Since Duerillum was only found at one edge of human space, it helped give them a bearing, combined with the unreliable data in assuming the slip-space jump, they were able to at least calculate an approximate direction home, even if they missed human space, the stars would start to become familiar. But who knew how many years that would take…

Your Character Sheet (Make the separate categorie titles bold when you post, but not all of it.)

Name:
Known as:
Age:
Species:
Gender:
Appearance:
Occupation:
Rank:
Personality:
History:
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RULES

1) NO god modding, or being very powerful.
2) We can have a few Spartans, maximum of three Spartans.
3) If you are a Spartan, and not a Spartan II, give a detailed description on what makes you unique.
4) Play fair, leave things for everyone else to do.
5) Try not to swear your head off with every post.
6) Solve problems with other players quickly and efficiently, or they will just get worse.
7) Don’t join the RP if you have a problem with another player, and can’t leave the past behind.
8) Your character can be a Covenant heretic aboard one of the ships, as well as anything else you can think of, as long as it is fair. You are not limited to humans, and alternate settings for characters will open as the game progresses.
9) Try to avoid short posts, and please be literate and a good writer, it makes the game clear, and easy to understand.
10) This RPG is unhosted, so you don’t have to PM your profile, but if you think it may have a problem, you should PM someone to ask if it is ok.

Name:Unknown

Known as: Ten

Age: 22

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Appearance: His Spartan armor cannot be classified as a number, like Mark V or Mark IV. It is however, nearly identical to the Mark VI armor worn by the Master Chief in Halo 2. The most apparent difference is that instead of green, the armor is pure black. So black that it would look like a shadow in the darkest of nights. However, it still carries an odd radiance, it still as a polished gleam to it. His visor, which is gold like all the other Spartans, contrasts perfectly against his armor. The armor is slightly more bulky than normal, but hardly noticeable.
Occupation: Spartan NANO-TECH Variant.

Rank: Major

Personality: Ten is a Spartan, and is all about rules and regulations. Like most other Spartans, he looks and seems like a cold killing machine with very little emotion. The kind of person who always follows his orders, and expects his own to be obeyed. But that is not what Ten is like. He most definitely has emotions, he just keeps them bottled up, or hidden under the surface. In reality, thought no one has ever noticed it yet, he is just as human as any other person.

History: Ten was taken for this variant of Spartan training when he was only six years old. He was subject to brutal and cruel forms of training, and his life was a living nightmare. As one of the three remaining ones of his kind alive, he often has severe nightmares about his past. Out of twenty children, seventeen of them died during training, none of them died in battle like they were supposed to. He was given more painful ways of enhancement, PsyCore did not care what their subjects felt, the only cared about making the best killing machine ever. He and his fellows were given even more torturous training in an attempt to completely purge them of all emotion, however it backfired, Ten and other NANO-TECH Spartans experience every single emotion than most other humans. They just don’t show it, unless they are unable to hold it in. Ten was stationed on the Black Razor to see how he would perform on one of his earlier missions. Still after all this time, he has no friends among the crew, and only knows a select few. He tends to distant himself from others, even though it’s not what he wants. But he does his best to be the best he was designed for.

Unique Attributes: Being a NANO-TECH, he is slightly stronger than a Spartan II. He is more durable, and can sustain unnerving amounts of pain and injury. Recklessly brave, he cares more about those he works with than himself. He would take a bullet for a marine if he could. His armor is slightly more effective than a Spartan II, however the energy shields remain the same. There are Adamantium blades, with serrated edges that come from the tops of his wrist armor when he needs to enter hand-to-hand combat with an opponent. However, when needed, his nanites that course through his veins will lend him insane strength. However it has several drawbacks, and hurts Ten just as it does his enemy. It affects his personality, making him more harsh and brutal, less human. He has to pulse afterwards to avoid having his blood stream blocked by useless nanites, which is a very painful process. These, combined with several other side effects, will usually disable him for a time afterwards.

Name: Shxzalor

Known as: Shxzalor

Age: 97

Species: Covenant Elite

Gender: Male

Appearance: http://nikon.bungie.org/misc/leyk/dreal_digital.jpg (Normal Appearance)
http://nikon.bungie.org/misc/leyk/close_call.jpg (Second outfit.)

Occupation: Heretic

Rank: Acolyte

Personality: For an Elite, even for a human, his deep serene voice is always soft spoken. He is very kind, and his capacity for caring is remarkable. Extremely intelligent, he was the first Covenant the Humans really started to trust, and the way he speaks is very unique, like some kind of Seer. He values honor and bravery above all.

History: He was once a great Covenant war hero, he fought and killed two of the Spartans on Reach, and he took part in some of the events on Halo. He saw the rise of the flood, and the sacrifice of all the humans. These events opened his eyes, and he saw the true tyranny behind the Prophets. There was no Great Journey. He spoke to 343 Guilty Spark, he knew what Halo would do. He fought the Arbiter upon the station above the gas Giant Threshold, and survived. When he learned the Covenant were going to ambush four human vessels, he knew this was his chance to become their ally. He boarded one of the ships, his change of views still unnoticed. He was the one who lead the marines on the re-capture of their AI.

Unique Attributes: Much kinder and more gentle than the other Elites. He carries a purple Plasma Rifle, and two crimson Energy swords. His armor is black, and outlined by gold. He has befriended the humans.

You called restart and no one seemed to have really thought about it and done anything, so I made as unique of a setting as I could.

His eyes snapped open, and his knife was in his hand, unmoving above his chest. Ten groaned and put the knife back on the table beside his bed and closed his eyes. He’d had another dream, another nightmare. He didn’t know what is worse anymore. Having lived his past, or that he will forever dream about his past. He couldn’t get Seven’s strained face out his mind, the blackened blood pouring from his mouth. He’d spent nearly twenty minutes trying to keep him alive, using all the skills he had been taught. He exhaled a deep breath and rolled out of bed to get ready.

Five minutes later, the door to his quarters slid open. He stepped out into the hall, his jet-black armor gleaming under the artificial light of the spacecraft, his surroundings reflected in his visor. He looked left, and then right, the reflection traversing the length of his golden face. His hands clenched into tight fist, but almost instantly relaxed. He turned and headed towards the armory to practice his aiming, not that he needed it at all, nonetheless he didn’t want to get any more out of touch than he probably was.

He passed some crewmembers on his way, and sometimes he felt their eyes on him when he walked by. His effect upon them had lessened considerably, but aside from some of the marines that were in the charge to take back their AI a while back, only people aboard the Black Razor had ever saw him, and not even all of them either. Ten spoke for his first time today, “Axon, play track seven.” The music filled his ears.

He continued on his way, and his train of thought was disrupted a few minutes later when a familiar voice blared in his ears.

“Hey! Look who it is, Mr. Badass.”

He turned around, sure enough it was him. “Hey Sarge.” He said slowly, he realized it was the first time he’d ever called Sgt. Johnson by that name.

Johnson smiled, “Do my ears deceive me. Did hard as nails, no emotion, cold killer Spartan boy just call me Sarge ? You must be in a good mood.” He gave a good blow to Ten’s shoulder, and instantly regretted it. He shook his hand, “Damn man you could’ve warned me.” Ten just stared down at the Sarge with a blank expression, though the Sarge couldn’t see it, he must’ve caught on for he soon became business. “Well, do you have that music you promised?”

Ten didn’t move, but the Sarge’s smile never faltered. “I didn’t promise anything Sergeant.”

At this the Sarge’s smile started to fade, “Hey now, that’s not fair you-“ He was cut off when Ten held out a hand, the chip holding the music placed inside a silver plastic case. “See, I knew I could trust you.” He hit him in the shoulder again, instantly regretting his actions again, he massaged his now rather sore hand.

Ten still had barely moved, “Back to work Sargeant.”

The Sarge snapped a salute, “Sir, yessir!” Ten returned the gesture half heartedly. “Hey Mr. Spartan, at least we have two things in common eh? We kill things, and we both like the same music.” With that he turned and walked away.

Ten thought the Sarge was a little out of his head, but he couldn’t deny what the Sarge had said. He was probably the only one on board all three ships that liked the same kind of music. He turned and continued on his way.

Known as: An Oracle (Oracle)

Age: Unknown

Race: Covenant Elite

Appearance: His specially made Elite Armour is gold, but has turned a grayish color since most of the battling done on countless worlds.

Occupation: Advisor to the Prophets

Rank: Elite. Advisor to Prophets

Personality: Oracle is full of info on the creation of Halo, and the Covenants ancesators. Some wonder why he isn't an actual Oracle. Oracle has taken a great liking to all of the Prophets.

History: Born on a now dead planet, Oracle (original name is still unkown) was said to have been taught by actual Oracles, though, all of this is still unknown. His past if very clouded, and he has secerts that even the Prophets don't know. He fights for the Covenants bloody cause, and would gladly give his life for the Prophets, but... he met a Spartan sometime when Reach was attacked, and, he hated them. He referred (like the rest of the Coventant do) the Spartans as "Demons". If he were to meet one on the field of battle, he swore he would kill them... strangely, at Reach, he did not kill a single Spartan.. some say it is because he thrives for Galatic Peace...

((Uh...your supposed to be allied to the humans.))

Name: Tekka 'Lakaree
Known as: Lord Tekka
Age: 98
Species: Sangheili / Elite
Gender: Male
Appearance:
He has an ceremonial armor. A silver color with a tall crested helmet. He also possess extra-strong energy shield within his armour. Besides the armour that he wear almost constantly, he has an length of 8'2" and has an heavy weight of 430lbs. He wield two energy blades aswell as an plasmashield. He also has an active camo build into his armour.
Occupation: Special soldier
Rank: Zealot
Personality: He is a elite without mercy, for those who have walked the wrong path shall without hesitation be slain. He is an brutal warrior who care for not very many. Only for himself, his party members and those he are ment to care for. You dont want to get on the wrong side of him, friend or foe he will make you regret, or die trying.
History: Tekka is an faithfull servant of the great journey. He always follow the path that will lead to the great journey, and his life target is to activate halo. He have during his life trained his combatskills and are an amazing swordman. He on the other hand dont work well with guns in any way. He has always hated spartans/demons. He is an high ranked commander of the covenant forces.
Unique Attributes: He has been used for covenant experiment, ment for combat. The experiments have had both good and bad parts. He have grown stronger, bigger and faster than an normal elite, but he have loosed some of his vision. Therefore he may only use close combat weapons, because he would stand no chanse at distance. That is why he has an pretty well designed armour, because without it, he would not stand much of a chanse.

((Nevermind the allied to humans thing, we could also have a lost Covenant ship. Just remember it is in deep unexplored space. I hope you read the intro before making your character. Plus, Strings, you can't have been taught by Monitors...))

Name: David Lord

Known as: David

Age: 24

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Appearance:
http://xboxclanwars.com/v-web/gallery/albums/HALO-2/ODST.sized.jpg

Occupation: Elite sniper

Rank: Lance corporal

Personality: He is much of a joker.. He does not often take things serious, even if it can be the end of his life. He is almost never negative to anything. An optimist. He also has an extreme vision and lounges, which makes him an extreme excelent sniper.

History: Not much to talk about. He have trained his vision and sniper skills his entire life. He is nothing but an normal human with an unnatural vision and an high accuracy with distance guns.

Unique Attributes: He has an very good hearing and vision. He also can hold breath for very long, which helps him follow the choosen target with the scope without shaking.

(I have two characters.. One good and one bad.. 😄 )

can i join

((Sure bud, if you have any questions feel free to PM me.))

(you kool bro do you want me to create a character)

((Yeah, whatever character you want. Just make sure it will be able to interact with others. You dont want to be all alone.))

Name:Jacob Leopard
Known as:Jacob
Age:18
Species:human
Gender:male
Appearance: looks like a a privete from halo
Occupation: good with all guns
Rank: privete
Personality: breaks the rules get the job done stuck up
History:known as a good soilder badass
Unique Attributes and see good knows when somthin bad is going to happen can use and drive anything

((Uh...do you know how to write? You have to be able to write to join the RP, and if that's all you could come up with for your sheet...))

Name: Karl Davaran
Age: 28
Race: Human
Gender: Male
appearance: A roughly 6ft tall man with jet black hair and deep bright green eyes.
Occupation: UNSC Longsword fighter pilot.
Rank: Lieutenant
Personality: He is rather new on the ship so there isn't any pre-existing knowledge (this means you'll have to find out)
History: Born in newyork city 28 years ago, he joined the unsc right after high school, his original desire was to be a helmsman for the massive (atleast he thought before seeing his first cov cruiser) human kelseon-class ships after seeing one on the tv. He joined and failed his first two times at the test to become a ship helmsman, until a friend of his made his way back into his life.. both transferred to the pilots classes for interceptors, and both did fantastically.. After about five years he graduated with top honors, he was placed with the Unsc 'Verdant Medows' Until just recently he was in that fleet as a wing-2 position, the vice wing leaders spot, he has just recently been placed in the ship (I dont care which, LF you can decide) After the engagement with the covenant recently, he is unsure if he will ever see his friend again.. (his buddy was on back on earth and was the pilot of the lead fighter that blew the hole in the hull of the cov carrier that the Mastercheif sent the bomb through... Dav has no clue if he is alive as of now though)
Unique Attributes: He is mostly combat untested but will later turn out to be one of the best Longsword pilots the navy has ever known, he just.. has a feel for is craft a feel that turns bad when he is shot at, gives him an intense edge..

Davaran awoke In a cold sweat... the thoughts replaying in his head, the sirens.. the red lights.. shaking from plasma hits.. He quickly realized the place was quiet, some classical music playing from the bunk below... he slowly dropped down and turned to face his fighters Weapons-officer.. "Any news for me?" the man just glared up, then slowly moved his eyes back down to his book.. Davaran turned and walked out of the doors.. he looks down the hall-way and sees the metal clad 'Ten' for the first time.. davaran lets out a brief sigh and turns around to the fifth hangar bay. Upon arrival, the mess is already begun, he looks above to see three pelicans hovering.. a group of men trying to fix a broken docking clamp system... a warthog passes him followed by about eight marines marching.. "I'd almost be thinking we were about to be boarded." His commanding officer walks up.. "Lieutenant..." davaran swings and solutes, after getting one in return the officer tells him about the broken capacitor on Avenger-3.. He said to him to check his craft Avenger-2 for any such damage... he went to his locker, got his welder and tool kit out, and moved slowly toward his craft.

((Wow, buddy must not get out much if he's never seen Ten before. Remember, it would be bery hard to be new on the ship considering that they are years away from any Human space, lost out in the middle of nowhere, and they have not seen any Covenant or Human for nearly two years. Yeah, good character though, there will DEFINATELY be a spot for a longsword pilot. Most definately...))

He mainly stays in the fighterbays and such... just btw words right there...)))))