Post by Ice End on Jan 26, 2010 10:05:38 GMT -8
Name: Christophe Lawley
Alliance: EU
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Age: 25
Height: 5:7
Weight: 128
Weapons: He carries an CT-98 which is the standard RA soldier weapon. It fires small bolts of controlled electricity at semi auto and full auto.
A 1A-67 pistol, more antiqued sidearm but he prefers it.
Equipment: He wears armor that was standard issue to EU soldiers, the TFA or tactical field armor. Which comes with a TFA helm which provides a basic HUD. He also carries a small book in his shoulder pocket which he uses to write his poetry.
Abilities: He seems to be living Deja Vu. If he says something, chances are its gonna happen. He predicted the outcome of 27 consecutive basketball games successfully and was able to stop an RA commando team from blowing up the EU embassy in South America with his predictions. He dosent receiv visions hes just very lucky.
Skills: Hes a poet, a very bad poet.... But hes fairly good with his rifle.
Strengths: He is able to predict things before they happen.
Weaknesses: Sometimes his predictions are very very bad... He gets distracted really easy trying to find inspiration write poetry about. He once stopped to reminisce about a mountain view when he was on a recon mission to find an artillery piece hidden in the mountains, a patrolsaw him looking and alerted the rest of the RA presence, His stupidity cost the EU far more soldiers then it should have. Dont get stuck in a trench with him he might read you some of his poetry.
Appearance:
Personality: Hes nice enough but cant be considered layed back. Talks a bit much but hes fairly likeable.
History: Born in Paris France in the year 2117 he grew up a happy young man with loving parents. He was a talented artist and his parents sent him to art school. However he didnt care much for art, at least not the art of a canvas. He cared about poetry, So after finishing art school he signed up in the EU military looking for inspiration to write poems about. He went along the military fighting proudly. It was at the battle of crashid that he got to NUEARTH. He was with the demolition team who was going to level the command center the RA had set up in the area. When a man named Jacob in his team found a secret experiment the RA was working on. A matter transporter. After some brief fighting they secured it, or so they thought. Soon he saw Jacob shoved into the matter transporter. Christophe shot the man who had sent his fellow soldier into the matter transporter. He got closer to the matter transporter and heard someone yell "GRENADE!!!!!" He jumped into the matter transporter out of instinct rather then thought. This ended up with Christophe being sent particle by particle to NUEARTH by complete accident. Unfortunatley this took quite a while as his molecules were traveling across the stars. It was quite some time later when he arrived on NUEARTH.
Introduction: Sacre bleu... Christophe blacked out again tired and exhausted from the little trip hed just been sent on. He woke up once again feeling better with no more pains and a better attitude. Before getting up he noticed he was in a nice little clearing and was fairly sure he saw some people a very small distance away from him.
Alliance: EU
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Age: 25
Height: 5:7
Weight: 128
Weapons: He carries an CT-98 which is the standard RA soldier weapon. It fires small bolts of controlled electricity at semi auto and full auto.
A 1A-67 pistol, more antiqued sidearm but he prefers it.
Equipment: He wears armor that was standard issue to EU soldiers, the TFA or tactical field armor. Which comes with a TFA helm which provides a basic HUD. He also carries a small book in his shoulder pocket which he uses to write his poetry.
Abilities: He seems to be living Deja Vu. If he says something, chances are its gonna happen. He predicted the outcome of 27 consecutive basketball games successfully and was able to stop an RA commando team from blowing up the EU embassy in South America with his predictions. He dosent receiv visions hes just very lucky.
Skills: Hes a poet, a very bad poet.... But hes fairly good with his rifle.
Strengths: He is able to predict things before they happen.
Weaknesses: Sometimes his predictions are very very bad... He gets distracted really easy trying to find inspiration write poetry about. He once stopped to reminisce about a mountain view when he was on a recon mission to find an artillery piece hidden in the mountains, a patrolsaw him looking and alerted the rest of the RA presence, His stupidity cost the EU far more soldiers then it should have. Dont get stuck in a trench with him he might read you some of his poetry.
Appearance:
Personality: Hes nice enough but cant be considered layed back. Talks a bit much but hes fairly likeable.
History: Born in Paris France in the year 2117 he grew up a happy young man with loving parents. He was a talented artist and his parents sent him to art school. However he didnt care much for art, at least not the art of a canvas. He cared about poetry, So after finishing art school he signed up in the EU military looking for inspiration to write poems about. He went along the military fighting proudly. It was at the battle of crashid that he got to NUEARTH. He was with the demolition team who was going to level the command center the RA had set up in the area. When a man named Jacob in his team found a secret experiment the RA was working on. A matter transporter. After some brief fighting they secured it, or so they thought. Soon he saw Jacob shoved into the matter transporter. Christophe shot the man who had sent his fellow soldier into the matter transporter. He got closer to the matter transporter and heard someone yell "GRENADE!!!!!" He jumped into the matter transporter out of instinct rather then thought. This ended up with Christophe being sent particle by particle to NUEARTH by complete accident. Unfortunatley this took quite a while as his molecules were traveling across the stars. It was quite some time later when he arrived on NUEARTH.
Introduction: Sacre bleu... Christophe blacked out again tired and exhausted from the little trip hed just been sent on. He woke up once again feeling better with no more pains and a better attitude. Before getting up he noticed he was in a nice little clearing and was fairly sure he saw some people a very small distance away from him.
