The title says it all, describe your characters looks, history, weapons, skills, allegiance and ethnicity. I will make two examples

Name: John O' Reilly
Race: White, Irish
Allegiance: The security forces, Medic
Appearance: A medium-body type, with some EOD armor, with some utility trousers full of medical supplies. Has a large flask of pure Vodka in one of the pouches. He is a younger man, dark-orange/red hair with a thin sideburn-to-beard.
Likes: Alchohol, being paid, relaxing in the bar, strangling Resistance currs and mocking the British
Dislikes: Being sober, shot at, yelled at, told orders and being mocked *by* a British person
Backstory: John was born one week after the initial flood of the world. Seeing his safety as there top-priority,Johns parents sent him off with a caravan to the Ark, where he was adopted by one of the Founders head security forces. When he was eight- he learned how to fire an assault rifle, when he was twelve he learned how to perform surgery and when he was sixteen - he preformed his first open heart surgury.... piss drunk. Once the Resistance began there attack against his comrades, John took to arms quite quickly. Forming the first Ark Security Medic Corps or ASMC which attracted the eye of one of the founders. He can currently be seen in the bar, or healing his comrades in the field.
Weapons: FRKN-3k Assasult rifle and a Drognov.

Name: Vladmir Krukov
Race: White, Russian
Allegieance: The Resistance, Soldier
Appearance: Large, heavy Russian who wears makeshift armor stitched together using an old needle and thread he found in his living quarters. Also wears a wetsuit airmask as he thinks the Security are going to bring out Tear/Riot gas.
Likes: Big guns, explosions, the sweet ocean breeze, sleeping in the middle of combat and the ability to blow anything up.
Dislikes: PItiful little Operatives (It makes him angry), climbing, being alone and not being able to be in the front-lines
Backstoy: Vladmir Krukov was born three years before the great flood to a mother from Moscow and a father who escaped from The Gulag. Krukov was always a heavy kid when he grew up on the Ark, grabbing his dominance in the middle of scuffles. He had an incident with a skinny kid at age fourteen (The skinny kid began to get Krukov in a chokehold), ever since Krukovs dispise of skinny men who cower in the shadows has not stopped. When the Resistance movement started Krukov was hesitant on joining, but his father on his death bed wished the Vladmir destroy the pigs who control all the fresh water. Taking his fathers minigun and shotgun, he marched into the frontlines without any hestiation and proceded to kill twenty forty-five-security forces in ten minutes. (Record has been broken)
Weapons: Gottling minigun, Mossignton shotgun

I don't have this kind of imagination! Especially when I only got to sleep at 5:30AM! :yucky:

Dude was all on the ark and stuff in the beginning, like growed up as a kid with all the crazy [censored] & conflict happening, saw Resistance being all like "yo dog we just got here share yur stuff" and then getting angrier and angrier coz they were all like not getting stuff, he's all like "dewd this was our home I don't think yur welcum" so he joinz Security n yeah. He wuz all like "deez terrorists are hurtin' my peepl, Imma be all medic-y and [censored]" and he used a semi-auto AR for ranged combat. He also holded an SMG just in case the Resistance dudez were all like "bro I'm up in yur grill".

Lol, goes for my forum avatar too.

When did the Ark have gangsters?

Have guns, will kill for food or water. (you have been warned)

Name: Voodoo (real name unknown)
Race: White/Asian
Accent: Cajun (Southern)
Allegiance: The security forces, Soldier (has been known to frequent other specifications)
Appearance: Average height, medium built body, wears Black Tank vest with sleeves removed, Ton of Mags in varying calibers and types. Always wears baggy black BDU pants, Black Look Mask, and covered in tattoos and scars.
Likes: Guns, Women, Death, and Guns.... (in no Particular order)
Dislikes: Lone Wolves, Snipers (that hide on top of mountains), and superiors...
Back Story: Joined security forces to escape poverty, excelled in all combat efficiencies namely AR marksmanship. Not tmuch is known about family or relatives, but it is guessed that Father served in security as a Officer.... Was in a squad until it was ambushed and was the sole survivor. Known for cold, calculating, and ruthless attitude, though has been seen risking life to take enemy vital objectives, regardless of danger. Currently is known as the "Cleaner" for wiping resistance encampments clean of its inhabitants leaving no traces, operates in a small knit squad, with Top Secret Clearances, he runs missions that is dis-vowed by the Security forces if it ever sees the light of day. He is rumored to be a brother of a security medic, but the information has yet to be declassified.
weapon: Gorund AR and PPC Revolver both w/suppressors


Name: Azrael (Real Name: Records Lost)
Race: White/Asian
Allegiance: The Resistance, (can't decide what spec)
Appearance: Average height, medium, wears a black Lost Jacket with no under layers, Black The Grin Mask, Ragged BDU, Covered in Religous influenced tattoos and scars.
Likes: DEATH
Dislikes: SECURITY
Back Story: Former Security soldier with high accommodations was expected to be promoted to an officer's position until suffered a psychotic break due to family being killed by a failed Security raid, which caused him to murder several security squads. Was given several life sentences in solitary confinement, until the Resistance broke him out. Resistance keeps him on a short leash fearing the psycho might turn on them....
Weapons: Rokstedi and PPC both w/ suppressors

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Quit pickin' holes in my romantic epic novel. <_<

Desmond "Deviant" Lyons
Archetype: The Bug.
Faction: Security
Due to a Parkour incident while locking down a small resistance area, Shot in his left leg, fell off a high height, hitting his head on a rusty object losing most of his memory.

He is widely known for his agility and his stealth. Usally he is Recon, scouting ahead checking for IED's or mines.
Silently taking the wanderers one by one taking a suitable disguise, with the upper advantage he can safely track enemy movements.

Using the Galactic Silenced SMG as his weapon, and using his trusty side-arm when running the rooftops.
A Real Sure-shot, only few have witnessed his days back before the world flooded.

- On a side note: Okay, John is used a lot.

Name: Zeke McCleod
Side in conflict: Security
Age: 27
Build: Athletic (Medium)
Nationality: Scottish
Childhood: Zeke lived a rather good life, his mother was a brilliant Therapist, and his Father was a teacher. Zeke had few friends and preferred to be left alone to his thoughts. Zeke was atheist, unlike his Mother who was a Buddhist, and strongly taught the ways of Buddha to Zeke (who in turn didn't care). Zeke's Father was murdered in a school shooting, and his Mother became depressed, and starting drinking. Zeke ran from home, and now works in a Clinic.

Background: A brilliant mind of his time, Zeke lived as a intern of the local clinic, there he learned from a Well known Doctor by the name of Fredrick Brown. Zeke went on to succeed in medical training under Doctor Brown. One day Doctor Brown has confronted by a resistance team, threatening him for medical supplies needed to assist the Resistance, Zeke beat one of the team members, but was shot in the shoulder, Dr. Brown having witness these acts of violence suffered a fatal heart attack. The Resistance team took what they came for, and spared Zeke's life. Zeke went on to become a doctor in his old friend's footsteps, however several Security soldiers asked Zeke to join the Security forces, Zeke declined and continued his work. Not long after his refusal to join the Security, Resistance members led by the very man Zeke had beaten years ago, had threatened, and assaulted Zeke. Security forces saved Zeke after the Resistance took control of the clinic, Zeke now seeks to reclaim his clinic.


Yeah, I like this story for my character

:thumbsup:

Sorry, lol, forgot about that archetype.

Name: "Spectre" (real name unknown)
Race: Speculated Chinese, due to accent (never takes mask off)
Allegiance: Security
Class: Soldier
Appearance: Medium. Has a deep black Sloani mask. Wears The Tank Vest in deep black, and The Look's pants in deep black as well. Wherever possible, Spectre has massive ammo pouches equipped.
Weapons:
1. Gerund Assault Rifle, with COGA Scope, sling, vertical foregrip, six-vent muzzle break, and drum magazine, painted deep black (I suppose we can have whatever attachments we want?)
2. Barrett Light Rifle, with Snoop-R Scope, six-vent muzzle break, and extended magazine, also painted deep black
Likes: Not talking, black
Dislikes: Talking
Description:
Spectre is such an enigmatic soldier in the Security that not even records possess knowledge of how he even got on the Ark. Some say he was the personal bodyguard for a high-ranking political official. Others say he was a mercenary who signed up to hide evidence of any assassinations he committed. No one knows the truth behind Spectre, and his dislike of talking makes sure no one will know.

However, Spectre is never wrong. Coupled with the rarity of his words, everything Spectre says is accepted fully as law. A simple "I don't like this" will turn soldiers fooling around into extremely alert warfighters with weapons hot.

As for why he's on the Security, Spectre doesn't say. He never uses the extra rations handed to him, and holds no grudge against the Resistance for their actions. He is suspected to have an ulterior motive for why he works for the Security, but as it is he is simply a top-notch soldier.

Name: Seth Blackeagle
Race: Native American/Asian
Allegiance: The security forces, Soldier
Appearance: medium-body type, with the look armor, with some utility trousers full of guns. Carries a heart of confusion on what he should do . He is a younger man, Red hair with a streak of black.
Likes: Scouting, martial arts, Parkour , Searching for Redstar
Dislikes: random comments, shot at, taking direct orders, Being called redskin
Backstory: Seth was born on the last reservation during the flood. He left the rez after being accused of killing 7 other teens so he went to the ark, Once he got there he decided to join security to help people for his sad confusing life. When he was eight- he learned martial arts from a man named asuki yamoto, when he was twelve he was able to take out 50 men by himself and when he was sixteen - he joined the black scorpions in hope for a new life , sadly they all were killed by security . Once the Resistance began there attack against his comrades, Seth learned how to hold a gun and use it even though he does not want to. Forming the first Ark Security martial arts Corps or which attracted the eye of one of the generals. one day he saw Redstar and from then on he has been trying to prove his innocence while fighting him on a building top for his life. Seth has now created this heart of mystery and wants to find his true self while killing resistance.
Weapons: FRKN-3k Assasult rifle and a machine pistol, shadows, mind

Name: Redstar, Wolfe
Race: native american/ latino
Allegieance: The Resistance, operative
Appearance: meduim, hardcoe native/latino who wears no armor is to much of a badazz to actually get hurt on a mission has 2 other childhood allies who never lose a fight. Also is a mma fighter for the underground resistance cage fights and is undefeated and feared by all.
Likes: shot guns, martial arts, training in the rain, Taking on armies by himself and coming out untouched and walking away from explosions.
Dislikes: not having alot of women around... ( facepalm), , Being with new recruits who r scared out of their minds.
Backstoy: RedStar Wolfe was born on the last reservation and escaped from thier leaving his family and freinds to find help after being attacked and tortured by security he joined the resistance. Redstar has always been great a fighting , never taking any crap from anyone . When he was 8 years old he joined Reukuri a martial arts based club to teach kids to fight and protect themselves. When the Resistance found him he was injured and seriously bleeding , His best friend killed his 7 brothers and sister for the fresh water. Taking his family weapons dual blades and a pistol, Proceeding to take out each security member and some with his mma skills.
Weapons: minigun, shotgun , dual blades, tactical knife, shadows

I haven't come with names or stuff like that, just ethnicity, former profession, and current class, affiliation, and minor appearance (need more options before i make a finale design)

PROFESSION - Former IRA Bomb-maker
FACTION - Resistance
CLASS - Soldier/Engineer
BIO - Born and grew up in Dublin, joined the IRA in his late teens
GEAR - Goggles, that's all i know


PROFESSION - Former Russian (or eastern European) Air infantry, AKA someone who is dropped by ether copper or parachute to fight behind enemy lines
FACTION - Security
CLASS Soldier/Medic
Bio - Joined the military strait out of high school and was trained, and sent into combat with an excellent combat record and no family ties, he was a perfect candidate for Special forces
GEAR - A combo of "The Good Cop" and "The Look" (subject to change)
NOTE - He doesn't like fighting the resistance because civilians are also getting hurt in the fighting

Name: Arnaud De Luca (its very common name in italy)
Race: White, Italian (I'm part italian)
Current age: 22
Allegiance: Resistance, Medic
Appearance: A light-body type, usually wearing a orange firestarter shirt and black cargo jeans. His dirty blonde spikey hair sticking out his gas mask looked similar to horns and gave him the name of the italian devil
Likes: Flirting with girls, doing pranks on the Security, and of course playing with fire
Dislikes: Chores and being told what to do
Backstory: Arnuad grew up in Venice Italy and was 18 when the he was forced to go to the ark with his parents. His mother was killed by Security cross fire 4 months later. Against the wishes of his girlfriend, he joined the Resistance to repay them for his mothers untimely death. His father is one of the lead scientist of the Resistance and helps develop the bombs.
Weapons: A light rifle and revolver. (silence both)

My name is Aeon (well that's what people call me round these parts) but before the fall I was know as Alucard Sige. I don't remember much of where me and my family are from but, my Mother tells me it was called "Romania" that's got to be the best fable she's ever told me. At this point no body keeps record of age because any body old enough to hold a rifle needs to use one. Since I've mentioned my family so much I should probably elaborate a bit. I live on the ARK, when we fled here it was a promise of a "new land" but it's even worse than main land... It's a whole hell of a lot dryer at least. Where my family and I live (for now at least) is just out of the Khaos gangs territory (about 5 miles from the airport) under the old Main Street Church in a series of tunnels that look like they were built before the Fall, It seems to be some sort of shelter for some kind of gas or bomb. We live here with a few other refugee families. It some times gets tense around here but I like it for the most part. We all work together around here (We being My friend, his father, and I) to gather food and other rations. The way we do this is by using an extension of tunnels we built over the course of the a few years to get into the old shops and apartments. Most of them have been picked and snatched clean but every now and then we come across some canned goods and a few water bottles left behind by other scavengers. Things have gotten so bad around here that people are looking for any thing to eat possible (I've even heard stories of cannibals cooking the dead's remains for food). After my Dad passed away a couple of months ago it's just been me, my Mom, and my sister so I've been trying and praying very hard to just get through this. My sister is 19 at this points so, I've always been to very careful not to let her be seen by many people because it's dangerous out there for a young girl. The reason why people call me http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aeon is because they say "I move like a god." I don't really think I do, but, I have been know to be able to get to normally hard to reach places pretty easily. Damn it's getting light out and the artillery is stating back up so it's getting hard to write.

DAMN IT THAT ONE KNOCKED OUT THE POWER
I'm sorry but I must stop writing and go fix this before every one starts freaking out

This letter was found 3/20/32 near a young mans body.
It was signed: Like the wind moves Aeon.

Name: Link (surname unknown) a.k.a Temporary (nick name comes from his relatively short temper and how fast he heals from his abundant wounds.)
Age: 25
Race: Caucasian.
Allegiance: Resistance.
Class: Known to switch between medic and operative.
Appearance: 6 feet tall, skinny but toned, long black hair, the occasional beard/stubble if he is lazy, multiple scars, usually wears dark coloured clothing but changes it @ every chance to reduce the risk of being recognised by the Security.
Likes: Scars, Taunting security, hacking, stealth and guns.
Dislikes: People with a poor grasp on spoken/written English, Authority figures who aren't fit to lead and Animals (doesn't understand why people have pets @ all)
Back-story: He grew up on an English army base where he quickly picked up various skills from his Father who was in the S.A.S, his Mother who was a field medic and anyone else willing to give him the time of day (usually people on loan from various agencies from all over the world). He honed the skills learned from his youth by patching himself up after getting in scraps, creeping around the army barracks @ night so he could play tricks on the soldiers (never got caught), hacking into the army's private files just to prove how bad their security was and speaking in different accents learned from foreigners. After the base was attacked and most of the occupants were killed he became a bit of a nomad never staying in one place for to long, during his travels he would offer his services for either legal or illegal means which led to him being a well known figure; unfortunately this also painted a target on his back as people don't tend to play nice when you've stolen or robbed them of something. Over the years of travel his ideals changed as he witnessed horrific acts and cruelty from the people in power so when he finally reached the ARC he had a very specific bone to pick with the Security forces. Easily working with varied teams when completing resistance objectives he lives by his Fathers S.A.S motto of "Who dares Wins" pulling off insane extractions, righteous hacks from behind enemy lines and never leaving a wounded man behind; off the field of battle he prefers being as high up as he can usually so he can see anything coming but still offers his services if needed.
Weapons: Barrett & Hockler both with suppressors when behind enemy lines (Operative) or Galactic & PPC when performing medical duties.

jeez i better watch out it seems like there is a lot of desperados in here.. hi my name is ryan and aparently im sum sort of funny guy, well the way i see it u spend all your time fighting and loosing your mind or u have fun.. see i was raised here as a kid so i never knew anything of the world outside of this place aside from what i heard from others who moved here.. growing up here has its advantages tho like i know like everything there is to know about this place also scince there are so many different people here u can learn alot if u listen.. like i learned how to safely move from building to building from theese french guys they called par par wat was that agaain panacakes no.. well any way its awsome makes running around a hell of a lot faster. then there is this old irish guy everyone calls him shamus because they dont know his real name. well he is a mentor to all of the kids around here he teaches how to survive to shoot to not die... he says we must stay together if we want to survive and beat the opressive security force that limits everything we do like our food and water and even some times they will fire into large groups of people and say it was a passification drill.. a large group of people are forming a group to counter act the security, i might join them but i like prankiing people opposed to killing but i guess if im forced to i will......

Not to be unimaginative or anything but I'll prob just use my own real life backstory with the addition of a natural disaster displacing the people in my area including me, since I live near the coast in CA. So I'd just end up on the arc, another stroke of bad luck in a long line of them...So yeah I'd end up a refugee/rebel that way since I flipped a coin to determine my allegiance and I landed on the Resistance side 3/3 times.

Name: Civilians call him "the armoured man." Real name unknown.
Race: Sounds English, but is fully armoured and masked on the rare occasion when he is seen.
Allegiance: Resistance
Class: All
Appearance: Medium sized man, wears thrown together clothes covered in pockets and plates of metal and kevlar. He also wears a helmet of the same style with words etched into it with a gas mask that has green goggles.
Weapons:
In public he is seen with a hand over his huge revolver, and he is known to always carry his worn out combat knife, but in a fight his Resistance squad members see him using a FRKN-3K assault rifle.
Likes: His principals, reason, and punishing those who he sees as wrongdoers.
Dislikes: Unnecessary violence and being given orders.
Description: The armoured man has stood up for the people living in the slums against the Security many times. To most of them he is considered a hero, but to the Security he is a high priority menace. Many attempts have been made on his life.
While he often speaks against violence, he is well known to be prepared to use violence to "defend himself and his people" as he describes it. On the battlefield he seems to transform into a different person. He is a brutal, cold-blooded fighter who deeply scars the faces of the Security he captures with his knife, sometimes going so far as to blind them. This is the side of him that only other Resistance warriors have seen, who keep it quiet among civilians, not wanting to lose their "hero". For his reclusive and reserved behavior outside of battle, and his heavy-handed, front-line behavior inside of battle, the Resistance call him "The Fortress"
How he got to the Ark is known not even to the man himself. The only people that do know are members of the Founders government, and high clearance Security assassins.

Name:??????
Age:19
Build(Archetype):Light
Allegiance:Resistance
Appearance: Average height, known mainly to be seen in red and black.
Weapons:main:Assualt Rifle Secondary:Revolver

Information from security database
file incomplete...

Name: True Identity: Kristoffer Wagner. Alias: Kolgrim.

Race: mixed German, English, and other northern European.

Allegiance: Resistance

Class: Operative primary, but can and will employ other classes as needed

Appearance: Medium build, hooded and masked, tattooed with the image of a spirit in agony, clad in a black jacket and pants

Likes: Computers and hacking them, being stealthy, close-quarters combat, fighting for his brethren Resistance and fellow refugees

Dislikes: The Founders and their Security thugs, the inequality and poor standards of living of the refugees

History: Kristoffer was only a child of 4 when his family (father, mother, and two younger sisters) fled the flood-ravaged area of northern Germany in 2025; they and a large group of refugees managed to successfully nagivate to the Ark after long months of sailing and searching, a task that sustained heavy attrition and casualities on the refugees on board (including one of his sisters). Kris's father Meik, an expert computer software writer, was assigned to work in the shipyards, a hard and dangerous task that barely kept his family fed. When Kris was old enough, he was put to work in the docks that later became known as Container City; a by-product of his labor was that he grew strong and fairly agile throughout the chaotic, haphazard area. During their off-hours, Meik taught Kris about computer software, something Kris turned out to have a talent with. They occasionally tested their hacking skills against the Ark's cybersecurity and more often than not succeeded, although they couldn't linger in the system long for fear of being discovered and traced. In 2037, Meik was killed in an accident; a old crane had failed to support the heavy shipping container it was lifting and crushed all who were underneath. Kris decided soon after that the Founders were to blame for his father's death, and for the massive inequality that the refugees suffered at their hands. His personal investigations as to why the Founders did not try to improve the lives of the refugees proved fruitless, so he joined the small but growing radical militant faction of refugees who called themselves "the Resistance", taking the alias "Kolgrim". Using his strength and agility he developed from a near-lifetime of labor and his computer skills as taught by his father, he began participating in raids on Founder territory, soon coming into conflict with the private Security force. After briefly attempting to reason with them, he quickly realized that the Security were little more than complicit thugs willing to turn a blind eye to the plight of the refugees for increased rations, and he began actively hunting and killing Security personnel during Resistance raids. As such, he is a high-priority target for the Security. To the Resistance and the refugees, he is a hero, a leader, and a champion.

Weapons: Hjammerdeim Shotgun primary, and silenced Galactic SMG secondary.

Name: Isaac R. Eagle

Race: From Ivory coast (Africa), white

Side: Resistance

Class: Medic

Appearance: Medium build, 6' 4", Very muscular, 222 pounds (muscle weighs more then fat)
Mix in armor between The Fortress, The Anger, and The Psycho

History: Left family at age 15 to go to Ark cause he wanted a better life. Now at age 23 he still isnt getting treated fairly so he decides to join the resistance. Is known as a great shot and to go out of his way to help his team mates, he helps any way he can.

Loadout:
Gerund AR, YeoTek red dot sight, muzzle break, foregrip, double drum magazine
Caesar Revolver, extended mag, silencer, Greeneye sight, laser sight

Name: James "Syringe" Boden

Faction & Class: Security Light Medic

James Boden was born at sea to the captain of the great ship, the S.S. Nomak, a military ship that sailed in international waters near the Ark, in an attempt to keep peace at sea. Captain Caleb Boden had been entered into a relationship with the ship's doctor, Tessa O'Reilly, and eventually Tessa gave birth to a baby boy. When James was 13, his mother allowed him to aid her in the ship's medical bay, and learned how to handle timely situations within a matter of a few years. When he was sixteen, his father pulled him away from the medical bay to train with the ship's leading security officer, Maxwell Foster. Maxwell served as a father figure and role model to James as his father seemed constantly tied up with work. When James was 18 years old, disaster struck. Within a matter of minutes, without any idea what was going on, James found himself meters below the surface of the ocean as bits of metal and plastic fell into the water around him. He made his way to the surface and grabbed a nearby piece of debris to catch his breath. It took a minute for his eyes to adjust, but when they did he was stunned. The Novak had been torn asunder and the entire front half of the ship was scattered across the sea with bits and pieces set ablaze, despite being so close to the water.

"James!"

A familiar voice caught James' attention for a brief moment amidst the turmoil. Maxwell was limp and strung out on a nearby piece of metal that resembled an old floor panel. James rushed over dodging a seemingly endless rain of debris and made it to Maxwell who ordered him to pull a small syringe out of his back pocket and inject him with the substance. James quickly fished out the syringe and gave Maxwell a quick dose, causing his clear limpness to almost instantaneously cease and Maxwell was able to detach himself from the sheet of metal and tread water. After a while of treading, the pair noticed a small powerboat heading their way. They were safe.
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2 years after the events of the Novak, James stepped off of the boat next to Maxwell into a foreign place.
"They say this is the only safe haven in the world" Maxwell said, almost under his breath.
"So this is the ark..."

James and Maxwell had found a job as security on the ark. It felt as though the entire boat was going for the same purpose. The ark was a safe haven, and the only people they were letting in were those trained with weapons to help aid them in the defense of the floating city against the terrorist group that threatened to destroy it.

They were finally safe, and for a few days that remained true, until James and Maxwell had to go on their first mission on the west side of the city to scout a possible bombing threat. That night, James could not sleep. First his parents, and then, his closest friend and role model.

He muttered words under his breath for the next few weeks and still to this moment where war was broken out between the two factions.
"The resistance will fall"

John Stalvern waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were demons in the base. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to Cernel Joson were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
John was a space marine for fourteen years. When he was young he watched the spaceships and he said to dad "I want to be on the ships daddy."
Dad said "No! You will BE KILL BY DEMONS"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the space station base of the UAC he knew there were demons. "This is Joson" the radio crackered. "You must fight the demons!"
So John gotted his palsma rifle and blew up the wall.
"HE GOING TO KILL US" said the demons
"I will shoot at him" said the cyberdemon and he fired the rocket missiles. John plasmaed at him and tried to blew him up. But then the ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to kill.
"No! I must kill the demons" he shouted
The radio said "No, John. You are the demons"
And then John was a zombie.

Meh. I have too many characters in my head. It doesn't help that this game has so much customization--looks, classes and body types. :biggrin:
I'll just put up one of them here (and it's a heavy, since I plan to experiment with all body types).

Name: just "Tito"

Race: White, Hispanic descent

Allegiance: Resistance

Class: Medic

Appearance: Heavy body type. Dirty-blonde spiky-ish hair, tann-ish skin. Baby-faced, but usually wears a hockey mask. Wears a yellow T-shirt and baggy pants.

Likes: Helping others, playing games, likes kids, exercising, being outdoors, peace and quiet.

Dislikes: People shouting, unnecessary chaos, torture (gets into conflicts with his Operative teammate because of this), jerks or people who are cruel to others, people suffering, snobby rich people, dead or injured bodies.

Personality: Think "Gentle Giant" stereotype. Friendly, a little absent-minded and kind of quiet for the most part. Really likes to feel useful and help others. Really overprotective of others. He's a sweetheart, basically.

Backstory: Was a neutral during the war and reluctant to join either faction, but then he saw what a lack of resources does to people (especially the children). He had a friend who joined the Resistance long before he did and his friend managed to convince him to join the Resistance.

Weapons: Er,.... chaingun? And... SMG? (Does not know much about guns at all).

That's all I have so far.
After seeing the Eel, I'm so making a Light/Medium guy who was good at scuba-diving but has recently developed a bit of hydrophobia due to almost drowning, lol. :tongue:

Name: Billy Blackthorn

Ethnicity: White/ Hispanic

Allegiance: Resistance

Class: Engineer

Appearance: Lots of hair, and a bunch of tattoos.

Weapons: Shotguns and SMGs

Likes: Doing what he wants, when he wants, and how he wants it done.

Dislikes: Listening to others. people who aren't team players

History: Billy's family was one of the first on the Ark after it was built. His father William Blackthorn, was one of the main engineers responsible for the completion of the Ark. His mother Lisa and father lived on the Ark while it was being built and on the eve of it's completion Billy was born. Being born and raised on the Ark, he had the priviledge of being able to enjoy a very pleasant early childhood while the world around the Ark fell silent. He would often spend the majority of his days playing with his robotic toys. When the toys would malfunction William would go through great lengths to disassemble and explain to Billy the inner workings of each device. At a young age Billy started to take apart the toys himself and fix them all on his own. He even bagan to assemble and invent completely new toys and devices from simply correctly combining components and parts of totally different devices. This talent that he developed for plastic machinery would help him later on.

Once the flood of immigrants showed up, a perticular founder who was at odds with William took the chance to ruin his good name. The Founder framed William of murdering his best friend and punished him by relieving him of his social class and throwing William and Billy into the newly forming slums built by the immigrants. Although instead of having young Lisa suffer in poverty he took her for his bride within a few days against her will after punishing his former rival. At the age of 10, Billy had his first look of what life was like beyond the Ark.

For years Billy suffered along with his father under the oppression of the Founders. For the next seven years William nurtured his son's talent for engineering new devices and started to teach him how to make water purifiers, Irrigation systems, plumbing, renewable energy sources like rechargeable batteries, and how to build devices from scratch using junk parts from local garbage yards. Also while growing up he picked up skills from playing with local ruffians and built a taste for violence and freerunning for the sake of feeling alive in a rather dismal ghetto.

Finally the day came when Billy had to make a choice that would change his life forever. While making one his routine trips to the garbage yard with his dad they were stopped by a security patrol. The leader of the patrol was the local enforcer known as "Cross" who spent his time in the slums beating, [censored], and burning whatever he wanted. With his entire body covered with hideous burn scars. Being one of the immigrants in the first wave he came from Russia. Within the first few months of him being here. He became a local Heroine pusher as well as a user. When he made some enemies they decided to make an example of him by covering him head to toe in lighter fluid and burned him alive. Due to the effects of heavy heroine usage he managed to stomach the pain and survived the terrible event. After a few years he was hooked to every kind of pain killer on the market making him null to any sort of pain or hurtful sensation. He virtually could not feel any sort of pain. Not only did it leave him physically scarred but mentally scarred as well. Now with a fiery red layer of scar tissue and no nose he commanded a terrifying presence. He returned to the slums to singlehandedly wipe out all those that had a hand in his deformation and degredation. His reward for sweeping the streets of its scum was a job as the local security enforcer. He chose his own men to work under him which were basically thugs that he worked with in the past. Instead of enforcing the laws he bent them to his will. Turning the ghetto into a playground for him and his underlings.

Billy knew the man as did William. They were questioned as to what they were doing with the materials. William answered with the truth, they intended to help there own shantytown by putting together plumbing and produce clean water for them and their neighbors to use. After William spoke Cross silently paused before laughing his ass off. Then he ordered for both of them to be restrained. Billy dazed from being brutally beaten watched as they burned his father to a crisp. While his father sat their screaming and burning the secuirty men taunted Billy with a fire exstinguisher telling him that if he could break his bonds; he could still save his father, but it was no use. Billy was to weak and hurt to free himself and sat watching his father become a smoldering skeleton.

Later his friends found and nursed him back to health. Once he was healed he enlisted the help of his friends to exact his revenge. With the help of some of his sneakier friends he acquired weapons from the security, as well as begged and borrowed from the underground resistance fighters who only allowed him a few busted weapons which he quickly fixed. With the help of his friends he created makeshift boobytraps and turrets in an abadoned shantytown. After weeks of preparation he had one of his more agile friends lure Cross and his gang into the trap. Soon Cross's gang was triggering IEDs, breaking tripwires that triggered emplaced weapons, and tripped sensors that activated turrets. The entire gang was quickly wiped out except for Cross who escaped severely wounded. With the loss of his right arm and legs Cross was quickly disarmed and torn to peices by a crowd of all those he had hurt and tormented. His body parts were paraded all around the Ghetto. Billy had achieved his revenge.

The resistance quickly noticeing Billy's potential invited him into their ranks. His lack of respect to authority except his father suited the resistance just fine. His quick witted demeanor won him the reputaion as a smart mouth. No more than a talkative young punk to the Resistance he served his purpose as one of their most valuable engineers; constanly finding new ways to enchance their weapons and building new more advanced technologie for their turrets...well as much as he can with the resources at hand. Being widely popular among the locals of the slums he took on the old legendary nickname of "Billy the Kid", and remains one of the most hated enemies of the Security force. His only goal in life now is to help the resistance fight its way into the Security's own sector, to regain his childhood home, and rescue his mother from the Founder that ruined his life, and then help the people that became his family in the slums.

(For anyone who is wondering why I wrote all this; it is simply because for the past hour or so I was really...reeeaaalllyyy bored :poke: )

Name: Buckshot
Race: Big black dude
Allegiance: The security forces, Medic
Appearance: Giant black guy with the Shield Archetype and band-aids on his face.

Backstory: Before the flood he used to work Security for Eddie Murphy.