Post by gogetta236 on Aug 24, 2009 17:13:20 GMT -5
Name: Jason B. Frikks
Height: 6'2
Weight: 210
Age: 23
Specialty: Close Combat
Primary: Shotgun
Secondary: Silent SMG
Rank: Sergent
Strengths: Alone with his shotgun.
Weakness: Not very sociable. Works better alone.
Race: Human
Bio: Little is known about Jason. He likes to stay isolated, away from others. He always works best on his own. Always has. He's a man of few words. If you ask him about his past, he'll just reply, "Rough neighborhood, where your only friend is the gun you own and the bullets you fire." Not exactly an emotional person. If someone dies, he just brushes it off. But don't be mistaken. He would easily die for any one of his men. The story behind this? Where he lived, shootouts were the norm. He was 9 years old when he saw his closest friend die. Something happened that day. Jason stopped thinking, stopped hoping, stopped caring. At the age of 9. Nobody should have to go through that. He never had many friends after that, just his pistol and his shotgun, which he still carries. Brought both of them in his very first day to train as an ODST. A lot of people called him crazy, because he would do the stupidest things, things nobody else dared to do. Jason did it for fun. And strangly enough, he joined the ODST to see if an enemy could kill him. It's just something about him that makes him invincable. He wants to die, but nobody is good enough. Maybe his luck will change.
And maybe a quick side-story, to let you know a bit more.
Once, Jason was on a routine scout mission when his team was ambushed. He told them to stay calm, that it wouldn't truly matter if they died. Then one spoke up. "We will make it!" Jason just stared at him, and then he told him. "Stop using this," he pointed at his head, "And this," pointed at his heart. "And get rid of all those hopes. If nothing matters, then there is everything to die for." Somehow, they all did. Not one man died that day.
Side note: About the invincable thing.
1: Not sure if it's spelled right.
2: I'm not sayin' that I'm some super badass that can't die. When you feel like killin' me off, go for it.
Oh, and I'm not sure if I can be an ODST, so if not, tell me, and I'll delete this.
Height: 6'2
Weight: 210
Age: 23
Specialty: Close Combat
Primary: Shotgun
Secondary: Silent SMG
Rank: Sergent
Strengths: Alone with his shotgun.
Weakness: Not very sociable. Works better alone.
Race: Human
Bio: Little is known about Jason. He likes to stay isolated, away from others. He always works best on his own. Always has. He's a man of few words. If you ask him about his past, he'll just reply, "Rough neighborhood, where your only friend is the gun you own and the bullets you fire." Not exactly an emotional person. If someone dies, he just brushes it off. But don't be mistaken. He would easily die for any one of his men. The story behind this? Where he lived, shootouts were the norm. He was 9 years old when he saw his closest friend die. Something happened that day. Jason stopped thinking, stopped hoping, stopped caring. At the age of 9. Nobody should have to go through that. He never had many friends after that, just his pistol and his shotgun, which he still carries. Brought both of them in his very first day to train as an ODST. A lot of people called him crazy, because he would do the stupidest things, things nobody else dared to do. Jason did it for fun. And strangly enough, he joined the ODST to see if an enemy could kill him. It's just something about him that makes him invincable. He wants to die, but nobody is good enough. Maybe his luck will change.
And maybe a quick side-story, to let you know a bit more.
Once, Jason was on a routine scout mission when his team was ambushed. He told them to stay calm, that it wouldn't truly matter if they died. Then one spoke up. "We will make it!" Jason just stared at him, and then he told him. "Stop using this," he pointed at his head, "And this," pointed at his heart. "And get rid of all those hopes. If nothing matters, then there is everything to die for." Somehow, they all did. Not one man died that day.
Side note: About the invincable thing.
1: Not sure if it's spelled right.
2: I'm not sayin' that I'm some super badass that can't die. When you feel like killin' me off, go for it.
Oh, and I'm not sure if I can be an ODST, so if not, tell me, and I'll delete this.