Post by echo238 on Oct 24, 2007 13:04:26 GMT -5
Name: Alexander Peter Wulf "Wolfe" "Sarge" "Alex" or "Spartan"
Age: 24
Gender: male
Species: human?
Apparel: Sarge Stands Aproximately 7,6 feet tall and weighs a metric ton in full armor. His armor is covered with a jet black painting, and instead of the usual orange visor, he has a blackish blue visor instead. When out of armor, he is a caucassian male, with short spikey hair, and blue eyes, he has slightly pale skin from being in his armor all the time. He wears a dark grey shirt and black cargo pants with combat boots. On his shirt is a seal of a military from where he came from "UNSC"
Weapons: He made it down to Corneria with an MA5C ICWS asssault rifle from his universe, other than that, he is on heck of a marksman with anything he can get a hold of, now if he were using magic, he would be no better than a caveman with a pack of matches.
History: [I'm... kinda typing it out, so can the history wait?]
Skills: He has a knack for fixing things, and crafting ammunition, technically, he is almost like Slippy's clone, Problem is, Sarge an only fix things, only if he had the right parts, or things that could "Temporarily" act as the part. He has had little experience with Software hacking, so he can hack most computers and controls, depending on what presure he's under. And he was marked as a fine pilot, prett good at flying bombers or interceptors.
Occupation: Unknown [Umemployed, looking to be hired to the local military contract maybe]
Personality: He is usually quiet, very stern. He possesses a bright and gung-ho attitude mostly, which lies past his silence and tough guy atitude. He likes to make wise cracks sometimes. A very cynical and reluctant soldier he is, his years of training on Reach have made him into a fine soldier, so there is almost no task he can't accomplish, where it be in space or on ground, he will get it done. When he is off duty, he usually sits back and blasts rock music in his helmet. He can't dance, not even to save his life, a professional on the field, but not the floor.
Age: 24
Gender: male
Species: human?
Apparel: Sarge Stands Aproximately 7,6 feet tall and weighs a metric ton in full armor. His armor is covered with a jet black painting, and instead of the usual orange visor, he has a blackish blue visor instead. When out of armor, he is a caucassian male, with short spikey hair, and blue eyes, he has slightly pale skin from being in his armor all the time. He wears a dark grey shirt and black cargo pants with combat boots. On his shirt is a seal of a military from where he came from "UNSC"
Weapons: He made it down to Corneria with an MA5C ICWS asssault rifle from his universe, other than that, he is on heck of a marksman with anything he can get a hold of, now if he were using magic, he would be no better than a caveman with a pack of matches.
History: [I'm... kinda typing it out, so can the history wait?]
Skills: He has a knack for fixing things, and crafting ammunition, technically, he is almost like Slippy's clone, Problem is, Sarge an only fix things, only if he had the right parts, or things that could "Temporarily" act as the part. He has had little experience with Software hacking, so he can hack most computers and controls, depending on what presure he's under. And he was marked as a fine pilot, prett good at flying bombers or interceptors.
Occupation: Unknown [Umemployed, looking to be hired to the local military contract maybe]
Personality: He is usually quiet, very stern. He possesses a bright and gung-ho attitude mostly, which lies past his silence and tough guy atitude. He likes to make wise cracks sometimes. A very cynical and reluctant soldier he is, his years of training on Reach have made him into a fine soldier, so there is almost no task he can't accomplish, where it be in space or on ground, he will get it done. When he is off duty, he usually sits back and blasts rock music in his helmet. He can't dance, not even to save his life, a professional on the field, but not the floor.