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| Adamant | Aug 2 2006, 12:03 AM Post #1 |
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Name: DJ Jaco Date Of Birth: 0005 U.A. Age: 27 Birth Place: Earth Genetic Type: Coordinator Faction: Earth Union Gender: Male Eye color: Your Eye color Hair color: Your hair color Height: 6'0" Weight: 190 lbs Appearance: ![]() Personality: He acts like a total sarcastic, freeliving and a slacker to boot. Biography: DJ has led an eventful life. He was always getting into trouble with his friends and having to do some juvey and community service. He was turned around when he went to military school. He had fun causing havoc there. Especially when he got to use the mobile suits. The commanders always took him out. When he got done he was inspired to join the Earth Union and help out in the war because he is a die hard American and wants to help out in any way he can. One reason for this is because his uncle is part of the famous Thraxus Squadron which has more Mobile Suit kills than any other squadron. He is the leader of it. DJ met his uncle and was inspired by it. To tell the truth, his uncle was watching him in military camp. So DJ wanted to start his own unit but would rather be part of a unit just as long as he isnt the worst pilot. Role-play sample: DJ simply stood at the gravesite of his uncle, Avery Grey, his uncle on his mothers side. It was three years since he had gone missing, and DJ had about given up hope, taking every lead that comes his way. After laying his badge down, something he had always believed he would have the honor to give back to his uncle if he were every found. As he laid the badge down and pulled his hand back, he sat down for a sec to remember his days back in military school when his uncle was really watching over him, always watching his move to make sure he doesn't get out of control. Back then, he was out of control, not being able to stay out of trouble. Thinking back, he remembered the most important day: "Sir, someone has stolen the GM from hangar 8. They have shut off all communications with the communications tower. We ca-" The soldier said as he was interrupted by a figure standing their holding his hand up. The figure turned around to show a cigar in his mouth as he walked over to the communcations tower while the suit started going out of control. He held a button that had the figures 83215 on it, signalling it was a self destruction switch for the suit. "Soldier, patch me through to the suit. I know the hack codes to break the communications block, those suits have those weaknesses in case the delinquetes get the suit and do this." He said as he walked over to the seat and hit a button. "DJ, what the hell are you doing in that suit without permission? You aren't allowed to do this with out authorization, much less destroy our own base." The figure said through the com-link. The pilot in the GM then realized it was no use playing a hoax, he realized it was his uncle. "Avery, shove it up your ass. I am sick of this. I never asked to come here. You forced me." DJ said while he fired a machine gun at a hangar which blew up like a bomb. "I just want to get out of here, its not fun, and I hate my teammates." Avery then put out his cigar as he raised the self destruction switch without hesitation and he pressed it. To DJ's suprise, it only blew off the legs as he dropped backwards like a domino and hit the ground hard as he rattled and soldiers opened up the cockpit armed with pistols as DJ was about ready to to go on a suicidal charge at his uncle for even risking killing him. *Present* DJ then walked away from the grave as he got on his motorcycle and started it up, not liking how it was vibrating him around like nothing. He then took one last look at his uncle's grave as a single tear fell from his eye and he drove away at a high speed weeding through traffic. |
![]() - Dane Gelfand "A toddler could beat Zero. Why? Becuase the toddler would be holding the bazooka the wrong way, and Zero would try to circle around him." - Deus We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark. The real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light. - Plato | |
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| Neo--Stardust | Aug 2 2006, 12:10 AM Post #2 |
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Everything seems to check out. Approved ![]() Pass on 'er way. PS: Re-post in profiles section as well ^^ |
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Character: Richard Bolden Faction: United Colony Nations Mobile Suit: MS-14F Gelgoog Marine | |
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