Name: Rob
Race: Human
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Anything Special?: Biotic. (rarely used. doesn't like relying on 'superpowers'), War Dog companion (Unnamed). explosives expert
Family: none
Likes: explosives. big guns standard issue rations
Dislikes: Drell Salarians Asari (too squishy). Ravagers.
Personality: gruff and uncompromising Rob only holds respect for himself and his dog. prone to excessive violence over ridiculous thing he is an unpredictable leader to follow but loyal to a squad if they stick around long enough.
History: a mercenary since he was young Rob has traveled all over the galaxy running with various merc groups. having discovered an admiration for the krogan fighting style he keeps things simple, close range, and dead. Although not an alliance marine he is currently acting like on to get to the next big challenge..... the Reapers
RP Sample:
Rob looked through his scope at the open area below him. He reached for another ration but before he could take a bite. A whine got his attention.
“What?” he said looking at his companion. The dog flicked its ears. “Fine. Here, enjoy.” He broke a bit off and gave it to the canine. Looking back through the scope he caught movement.
“Husks. A pack of 'em, moving…… no, chasing.” he zoomed in “Turian.” There was a blue flash “and a biotic at that. Not worth rescuing.” He looked to the dog as it uff-ed quietly “What? She’s a lost cause. If I get there in time she’ll still be wounded, a drain on supplies.” He declared, dismissing her. Still he looked through the scope again.
“Correction, female Turian” more blue flashes “Putting up a good fight too.” He shook his head and continued to narrate. “She should use one big push, not lots of little ones. Pfft amateur.” Now he could hear her screaming for help. It was a very familiar scream.
He looked to his dog who cocked his head. “Fine, I’m going. Stupid conscience.” he grumbled he picking up his modified shotgun. “Stupid morality.” Picks up some breaching charges. Always handy. “Stupid redemption. Stupid fringe face.” He went in a jog to get out of the building and a run to get to the fight and finally sprinted into the fray.
also an example of temper flare.
They had made it through the hole in the wall Rob was the last one through. but the husks had hold of one of his legs. His face contorted momentarily.
" the f*** just bit me" he exclaimed when they finally pulled him through. the offending husk was close behind. "Come here you horrid little s***. he yanked the husk through the hole and proceeded to stomp it to jelly while swearing at it. "you f****** little f*****!" he grunted out between stomps. "you just think, you can bite my leg, while I'm escaping your trap? i don't f****** think so this is my goddamn planet. And . Your. Not. Welcome. Here." By now the husk was less jelly and more of a kind of paste.
Rob looked at his gobsmacked squad. " What?" he demanded "Never seen a man stomp a husk to death before?" the squad remained silent. "Right then. Everyone accounted for? No mortal wounds? No? Then lets move princesses."
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