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Post by Sparty McFly on Aug 24, 2010 20:09:31 GMT -5
(So anyways, it's been finalized. Specs gave me permission to start, so I figured Character Profiles was a perfect place to put this. Anyways, this is where characters will be evaluated by... well, 984 is the only boot camp instructor anyways.)
Russ looked at his desk. He was now a boot camp drillman, what he preferred to call himself. However convoluted it was, it was his job to evaluate new characters, both in psyche and combat. He'd ask them several pre-selected questions, but might end up having to wing it from that point on.
He'd then give them a combat test: train them in several different matches. He'd start off with standard target shooting. He would then make the targets move, then replace them with holograms which shot back. After the initial six, characters would then have to at least attempt to survive a wave of 25 attackers.
If they won, and they asked, AND fit physical criteria, they would be allowed to have a one-on-one duel with Russ himself. If they won, they'd get more credit. If not, oh well. They tried. No negative backslash.
Afterwards other people would be allowed to comment on them. They would get a break with other characters. Then - they'd be inserted. Allowed past the gateway, and into the roleplay. Where their real lives would be on the line.
For now, he looked at the checklist. He saw a name. "Bella Lundquist". He expected someone like a Marine or an ODST. That wasn't a Sangheili name, and he didn't think Spartans kept their last names - they were abducted. Or were they recruited?
For now, he pressed the intercom... touchscreen button. "Bella Lundquist, you are cleared to enter the psych evaluation office."
(OoC: This is the only time I call characters in. Make your own Boot Camps and I'll respond as best I can.)
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Aug 24, 2010 20:17:57 GMT -5
Bella got herself up from the waiting room and put her magazine down. " You called me sir" asked Bella walking into the pysh-evaluation room.
((OOC Her helmet is off FYI just thought that would be important but everything else is on ))
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Post by Sparty McFly on Aug 24, 2010 20:20:56 GMT -5
(OoC: My guy's helmet is on.)
Russ was slightly surprised. He immediately thought, 'A Spartan? Huh. Odd, looks a little small... maybe she avoided the elephantisis by a chance of fate.'
He got up out of his chair and walked over to Bella, unsealing his helmet and putting it down. The face was battered, but wasn't too ugly. He extended his hand. "Welcome. As you know, I'll be evaluating your mental state. It's kinda difficult to put into words, but I need to know your thought processes before I send you out into the wild, per se."
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Aug 24, 2010 20:27:27 GMT -5
She returned the handshake and listened with a smile. " Very well then why don't you"...she paused thinking of the English expression before saying "fire away". Inside she was nervous worrying her fears would make her fail this exam.
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Post by Sparty McFly on Aug 24, 2010 20:31:40 GMT -5
Russ gestured for Bella to sit down in one of the chairs. He sat down in the other one. He wasn't surprised it could take his armor's weight: he built it that way.
He then checked his mental checklist. Name: Bella Lundquist. Good. He fired one bullet.
"Tell me a little about yourself. Okay, that sounded a little cliché. What I meant was, what is your history, do you have any fears, strengths, relationships, whether romantic or non-romantic?"
(OoC: Ooh boy, he asked what her fears were! The chains are a-flying!)
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Aug 24, 2010 21:11:10 GMT -5
She sat down and cleared her throat before beginning. Internally she was banging her head against the wall he had to ask such sensitive questions. Her voice already shaking she began: " well I was born in Gustaf Stockhelm...a small mining and steel producing towns in the mountains....it is quite cold on Stockhelm. I was raised in a big Christian family". She paused this next part was difficult for her but it was the next logical step and one of the few things she remembered of those days....she still had dreams about it...well nightmares really. " When...I...was...six...my big brother Victor ran away..to....join the Insurrectionist...I don't know if he is alive.....I probally killed him and I don't even know it" sobbed Bella. She broke down for awhile before continuing.
"Well I was recruited into the Spartan program as you can tell and was put on white team....we were the guys who treated your injuries and cooked meals. I guess that brings me to another one of your questions about my love life". She bit her lip before continuing " well....I sort of had a little school girl's crush that developed into actual feeling for my old team leader Christian-27....but. She paused eyes tearing up again. " He died " she whispered. "You see this scar on my cheek it is only a scar because he saved me.
She paused before continuing. " Let me show you something" said Bella removing the chest portion of his armor. She then lifted the lower portion of her shirt feeling uncomfortable in doing so...she felt so dirty even if it was not revealing any private areas she just was self conscious of her body image. The instructor having to look at her "fat" stomach (OOC Its not really she just like many woman think they are fat but she is skinny.). She pointed to the scar and the burn running across her stomach. " A hunter did this...literally ripped me open with his shield and shot me to top that all off....it was why I am here and was listed as WIA in action as I actually was I only recently got better enough to be allowed to entered combat again. She quickly lowered her shirt and put the chestpiece back on. " I was protecting my Dad from that hunter....but of course like everyone else I love he died....his death was the last thing I saw as I faded away from consiousness and that too haunts my dreams". Again she burst out crying she loved her Dad and it was the truth everything she loved died. " Well....if you have not already guess my biggest fears are abandonment by loved/cared ones and the death of them.....and also I fear forming said relationship because everyone that is in combat with me is forced to die because of me " said Bella who by this point had completely broke down sobbing...
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Post by Sparty McFly on Aug 24, 2010 21:21:30 GMT -5
(OoC: I just hope the fluff doesn't overload my heart and cause me to go into spontaneous cardiac arrest. Honestly never tried writing it. Oh well, might as well at least try.)
Russ' mind was working. Different reactions were produced in his doublemind: a rational side and a more freeform side. Killing her own brother and not even knowing it? Wow... that might really suck. Freeform tried to reach out and hug her, but Rational held Freeform back. "Not yet... we need to keep the evaluation going." Freeform understood and help himself back.
The death of a loved one... not original, but still tragic. Less of a sense though.
And then she gets smashed by a Hunter trying to save her own father... and her father dies anyways. Freeform, at this point, was getting very antsy. Rational looked. He said, "Almost. Wait a few seconds."
Oh boy, the "bad luck charm" excuse, what they named for things like everyone working in combat with you dying. Rational finally caved. "Freeform, you are Oscar Mike to go."
The response was almost immediate. Russ' first thought was, "Wow, that life must really suck. Oh well, eventually the midnight hour will be hit and the scales will be balanced. She'll get good luck soon."
He had, so far, spent a complete second doing nothing. His mind screamed, "Hug her you idiot! Soothe her!" The mental response: "I was GONNA do that, impatient brain."
He reached out and gathered her in his arms, hugging her. Admittedly, it was kind of awkward: what with MJOLNIR armor being worn. Either way, he made at least the attempt to rub her back... saying "It's okay. You'll get good fortune soon." He kept doing this for a while... however long it took to get her to stop. He did care, after all. Like he had said earlier: he was not a complete killing machine.
Rational had a small smirk on his face from Freeform's actions. "You know what, maybe you should take control a little more often."
"Says you, ya control hog."
Jacobs was in there, in the helmet. Russ had positioned it so he could assist if needed. He looked through the music databanks, trying to find something. He found something that fit the mark. Sleepyhead. Music by Passion Pit. He figured it would work and started playing it.
Russ instantly thought: "Any adverse reaction and he goes to AI hell for the night."
(OoC: And there we go. Thank god I didn't die.
As for the song, search up the LittleBigPlanet 2 teaser trailer to get a taste, or listen to it on Playlist.)
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Aug 24, 2010 21:43:40 GMT -5
While it was a noble gesture by the instructor it failed to fill the void of the pain she felt inside. " If...if you excuse me I would like to be alone " said Bella quietly before running out of room still crying. *** She ran off to an isolated bench outside and just sat their wallowing in her despair and a pool of tears. (OOC She has not cried that much this is used figuratively this time).
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Post by Sparty McFly on Aug 24, 2010 21:48:06 GMT -5
Russ said, "Alright, get yourself together. In ten minutes your combat exams are here."
Russ looked at Jacobs, who appeared next to the helmet.
"What? I was trying to help!"
Russ simply glared at him and said, "Buddy, I know you tried to help, but you are going to AI hell for this!"
Jacobs was then uploaded into a simulation that simulated his worst fears and sealed in there for six hours. At that, Russ had ten minutes. It was kind of... well, it just felt wrong to leave her out there. But if he had failed, he desperately hoped that he would be able to do something else.
He took out his iPod and listened to Wishmaster again. After three listens it'd be time for combat training.
The misjumbled words formed perfectly in his mind: "HAMSTER! A DENTIST!..."
(OoC: Meh, Russ should at least comfort someone and SUCCEED once. Russ: Now I feel sad. Quit your whining and listen to Wishmaster dammit before I seal you in there with Jacobs. Russ: Yes creator!)
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Post by Ares on Aug 24, 2010 22:00:25 GMT -5
Justin was striding through the halls of the base. He was headed to the armory, just to check on his gear. After all, he had to make sure everything was in working order... for the third time today. To tell the truth, it just go so damn boring on-base, sometimes. Especially if you knew none of the other soldiers- or even the other Spartans. Justin-139 paused on his way through the halls... what was that sound? Crying? What was this?
Justin's hair was longer than regulation length, but no one ever brought that up. His skin was pale, and his eyes a pair of piercing jades. He was rather tall for a human, but short for a SPARTAN. His build, while muscular, could have been more... well, more. He was not wearing his Hayabusa armor, instead clad in an olive UNSC jumpsuit. With a white belt.
After about 30 seconds of searching, the supersoldier peered around a corner, and... bang. Found the crier. She was outside the main building. Justin could see her through the clear door, sitting on a bench in the fall cool. The jade-eyed Spartan walked to the door, pushing it open, and striding over to the beautiful young woman on the bench. Immediately, Justin's usually icy emerald eyes softened. She was obviously a Spartan, and that made it even worse. To see one of his own kind crying. The tall man sat down on the bench next to Bella, placing his hand on her shoulder.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his tone curious and sad.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Aug 24, 2010 22:12:58 GMT -5
Bella looked at the man next to her. There was something about him that made her feel safe and that he would no nothing to hurt here and was not here because he was only to try and get into her pants through false sympathy. " BECAUSE EVERYTHING I CARE ABOUT DIES OK " screamed Bella. She paused that felt good. " sorry but I guess I will have to tell you the stories I had to tell...to cause me to get like this". She retold the series. (its on one of my previous posts). She burst into tears again having to tell it again.
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Post by Ares on Aug 24, 2010 22:25:30 GMT -5
Justin silently listened, absorbing the information. It was obviously painful to her, as she was letting out a miniature deluge from each eye as the story unfolded. Ah. Well, then... Time to be the nice guy.
The brunette Spartan put his arm around both of her shoulder, encompassing the swedish girl in his arms. "Shh" he said. "I think we've all had this happen to us. My family..." he paused, forming the words in his mind. "My family was rounded up by the Covenant on Draco III and systematically slaughtered. And I wasn't there to protect them. Recently, my only other friend- my A.I., Eo- got destroyed by a psychopathic cannibal A.I.... and I accidentally prevented Eo from coming back to me..." Justin trailed off. That memory was just too... fresh.
The man thought about something, then. He looked down at the female Spartan who was still crying. "I never caught your name. I'm SPARTAN-II Justin-139. You would be?"
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Aug 24, 2010 22:35:01 GMT -5
" That's terrible I am sorry to hear that I guess I am not the only unlucky one here " said Bella giving this Spartan a hug. " My name is Bella Lundquist....Bella-94 ". However she was still upset but this helped soothe her a little her sobs were coming less frequently now and the tears no longer gushing out plus she could finally get a sentence or two in without interrupting with a sniffle or a sob.
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Post by Spartan-777 on Aug 25, 2010 16:39:51 GMT -5
Oppum sat off to the side and casually observed the humans' interactions. He kept his gaze cool and calculating. Steady, but alert. Strange creatures, these humans, but warriors nonetheless. He wasn't sure why this pyschological exam was required. But as long as they kept paying him, he would do as they wished. It made little difference.
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Post by Sparty McFly on Aug 25, 2010 17:17:30 GMT -5
Russ stepped outside the office. He saw Justin hugging Bella.
He silently awwed in his mind. It was cute... even for a Spartan.
He then said, "Bella, if you're ready, the combat tests start now!" Next, he spoke on a private com with Justin. "Thanks, got in a real bind after the psych exam. I owe you one."
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