Post by Victoria Hakura on Jan 17, 2011 21:23:37 GMT -5
Faction: UNSC Air Force/UNSC Navy/
Department: UNSC Archangel
Rank:Second Lieutenant
Name: Victoria Hakura
Race: Human(Japanese Ordinated)
Age: 27
Height: 5'8
Weight: 95 ibs
Appearance:
Birth place: Reach
Skills:Victoria is a highly skilled Pilot and is a known Ace within the UNSC Air Force. She is a Sabre Pilot and has a Red Sabre named Justice.
Bio/History: Born in 2565 on Reach. At a young age, she took a heavy interest in Aircraft and wanted to fly. At age 16, She joined the Local UNSCAFJROTC and risen to the ranks of Colonel when she graduated High School. With the War that just began, Victoria Enlisted right after High School. Over the next couple of years. She would fight in many Space Engagements such as the Famous Battle for Mars in 2585 where she became one of the few survivors of the entire Fleet. By 2585, She had a kill count of 45 kills, making her a super ace. She would get at least 6 kills in a battle. In 2589, She's transferred to the UNSC Archangel's SPARTAN-IV's Sabre Team.
NPCs:N/A
RP Example:The air that surrounded her was cold, and the coldness bit deep into her bare skin, chilling her all the way to the bone. The gleam of bright artificial lights made her bleary eyes smart as she blinked and struggled to focus her vision. How long had she been asleep? It felt like days, weeks. She gagged as she tried to inhale and found her windpipe to be blocked. She grabbed the edge of the strange tub-like bed and leaned over to face the floor, eyes bulging as she choked. Her wet, dripping hair hung around her face like tangled vines.
SLAP!
Something struck her forcefully on the back, hard enough to dislodge whatever was in her throat. She vomited. A clearish, sticky, oozing substance came up and splattered onto the floor. She gasped and spit out more gobs of the stuff, hating the taste. Then she looked up to see who had helped her. She found herself staring up into the leering face of a camouflage-clad, grizzled man who looked much less than happy to see her.
"What're you lookin' at, meat?" he snarled in her face, so loud it almost hurt her ears.
The suddenness of it, plus the shock of throwing up, propelled her to full wakefulness, and she sat back in the strange tub, which really looked like more of a bed. In fact, there were more tubs in here, and she saw more children being woken up by similarly grumpy men. She looked down and covered herself with her arms, drawing her knees up to hide her pale and naked body. All the other kids were naked, too. There were boys and girls, and they all looked to be around her age.
"I want my mommy!"
"Where am I?"
"What's going on?"
"I feel sick…"
Pitiful little voices wailed, punctuated by the occasional sound of regurgitation. She just sat there, dazed, watching but not believing. It was so cold in here. All the noise was too much; she wanted to put her fingers in her ears and run away. This was scary. But she couldn't move for some reason, couldn't make herself do anything but watch…
Department: UNSC Archangel
Rank:Second Lieutenant
Name: Victoria Hakura
Race: Human(Japanese Ordinated)
Age: 27
Height: 5'8
Weight: 95 ibs
Appearance:
Birth place: Reach
Skills:Victoria is a highly skilled Pilot and is a known Ace within the UNSC Air Force. She is a Sabre Pilot and has a Red Sabre named Justice.
Bio/History: Born in 2565 on Reach. At a young age, she took a heavy interest in Aircraft and wanted to fly. At age 16, She joined the Local UNSCAFJROTC and risen to the ranks of Colonel when she graduated High School. With the War that just began, Victoria Enlisted right after High School. Over the next couple of years. She would fight in many Space Engagements such as the Famous Battle for Mars in 2585 where she became one of the few survivors of the entire Fleet. By 2585, She had a kill count of 45 kills, making her a super ace. She would get at least 6 kills in a battle. In 2589, She's transferred to the UNSC Archangel's SPARTAN-IV's Sabre Team.
NPCs:N/A
RP Example:The air that surrounded her was cold, and the coldness bit deep into her bare skin, chilling her all the way to the bone. The gleam of bright artificial lights made her bleary eyes smart as she blinked and struggled to focus her vision. How long had she been asleep? It felt like days, weeks. She gagged as she tried to inhale and found her windpipe to be blocked. She grabbed the edge of the strange tub-like bed and leaned over to face the floor, eyes bulging as she choked. Her wet, dripping hair hung around her face like tangled vines.
SLAP!
Something struck her forcefully on the back, hard enough to dislodge whatever was in her throat. She vomited. A clearish, sticky, oozing substance came up and splattered onto the floor. She gasped and spit out more gobs of the stuff, hating the taste. Then she looked up to see who had helped her. She found herself staring up into the leering face of a camouflage-clad, grizzled man who looked much less than happy to see her.
"What're you lookin' at, meat?" he snarled in her face, so loud it almost hurt her ears.
The suddenness of it, plus the shock of throwing up, propelled her to full wakefulness, and she sat back in the strange tub, which really looked like more of a bed. In fact, there were more tubs in here, and she saw more children being woken up by similarly grumpy men. She looked down and covered herself with her arms, drawing her knees up to hide her pale and naked body. All the other kids were naked, too. There were boys and girls, and they all looked to be around her age.
"I want my mommy!"
"Where am I?"
"What's going on?"
"I feel sick…"
Pitiful little voices wailed, punctuated by the occasional sound of regurgitation. She just sat there, dazed, watching but not believing. It was so cold in here. All the noise was too much; she wanted to put her fingers in her ears and run away. This was scary. But she couldn't move for some reason, couldn't make herself do anything but watch…
