Jericho's Spartan App

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Spartan IV Applicants Only
[OOC SECTION]


Steam ID
STEAM_0:1:84068468
Steam Name: 
new age goku
How long have you played with us?:
maybe two months? all I know is it's been a while, at least a month and a half. I have about 5d 12h of playtime.
What is your experience with serious roleplay?:
I am quite experienced, having about four years under my belt RPing properly.
Why should we accept you over other applicants?:
I believe I am able to be more grounded as a spartan, some people are very snowflake-y. That, and I believe I dedicate a lot more time on this server than even most already existing spartans.
Do you understand that being in the Spartan requires a massive amount of IC and OOC maturity and that if you are found to be lacking in maturity, you can and will be removed with little to no warning?:
Of course! I feel I handle myself maturely now that I've been acclimated to the community.
[IC SECTION]  (You can only apply for a Spartan IV)

Character Name
Romiase Dante
Character Description:
ODST : A six foot tall man with an athletic build, he has some obvious muscle on him if his armor doesn't hide it. He bears a pair of hazel eyes, and the rest of his facial features seem rather.. rigid. He speaks in a slightly hispanic accent, but it's not very noticeable unless you hear him talk for a while.    
Spartan : A large figure at 6'5" out of armor, and 6'8" in armor. His armor seems very basic, clearly a new recruit, but his muscular build can be seen under the armor. He's got a SAW magnetized to his back, and an M6D magnetized to his right thigh. Besides that, his armor looks to be pristine, as if it was routinely cleaned. He also spoke with a slightly hispanic accent, although not too noticeable unless he's head talking for a while.   
What is this character's backstory?:(100 Words Minimum)
Romiase had grown up on a modest colony planet, with his heroes being those in the UNSC, and he strived to be like them. From a young age, he joined his local space-age version of the boy scouts, learning how to operate some simple rifles, learning survival in the wilderness, and learning discipline. He followed their principles closely, but still had his own distinct personality. Later on in life, during around the seventh grade, he learned some more advanced weapon operation. Pistols, rifles, etcetera. Nothing too out of the ordinary for a kid his age with a family who encouraged their kid through a military life. Throughout high school, he exceeded in his classes, primarily those that involved physicality. For a sixteen year old kid, he was at pretty much peak physical form. Two years earlier than most, he attained the highest rank he could in the boy scouts-esque group. He went on to graduate at eighteen, top of his class. As expected, he left for military training, with the UNSC. It was a tearful separation for his family, as he was kind of the soul of the family, the big brother to an at the time fourteen year old boy and an eight year old girl, and the pride of their parents. However, he went on to make his way up, and enlisted into the marines. 

October Thirty-First, 2553
Today is my birthday. It is also my first day of deployment. We are on Corso-VII, and we've been hiking for a few hours, but just got to where we're setting an FOB up. I was told that I should make some journal entries, as it could be a good memoir after I've served for a while. Anyways, not much to report for now, but I'm nineteen now. Feels a lot less eventful than when I turned eighteen..,

November Second, 2553
It's cold. Very cold. I woke up shaking, I don't think my bag is insulated correctly. Anyways, today has been pretty standard. Sit on the sandbags and guard. Hopefully the Innies don't find us, I'm honestly not sure if we've got enough people to defend against them. We're going out to search for something to eat tonight, I'll report back in after that.

19:20, November Second, 2553
Innies attacked us while we were hunting. We managed to bring back some food, but we're all a bit shaken up. Luckily, nobody got hit and the Innies pulled back after we shot at them for a while. Tonight should be good, though, as we'll be having some sort of exotic meat. OR at least that's what the cook said he'd be able to salvage from what we brought back.

November Fourth, 2553
Tonight we are attacking an Innie encampment, and we'll be stealing resources from it. It's loaded with stuff we'll need, ammo, food, water, some spare comms equipment, and apparently there's some sort of data chip the brass wants. 

6:30, November Fourth, 2553
We've completed our attack, and we've managed to bring back all of the resources we need. Brass sounds happy, too. Overall, a success. I've been praised for helping my squad out. I'm also tired. 

January Twenty-Ninth, 2554
Haven't updated this in a while, huh? Well, I guess after the deployment I forgot to update it. We were there for a couple more weeks before we pulled out, we got attacked by some Innies. Davids got shot a lot, but he's recovering well. Besides that we all escaped without too many injuries. Since then I've been undergoing some CQC training. 

August 24th, 2554
Heard some new recruit to an experienced ODST squad died recently, apparently they called him "Rookie". Sad to hear. However, I am interested in the ODST's. Maybe I'll try and join them at some point.
Anyways, we're onto our next deployment. Should last a few weeks.

August 30th, 2554
Nothing went to plan. There's only 75% of our squad left. We were attacked by Elites and had to run away, we're holed up in some cave. We're all scared, but I'm trying to get their spirits up, even though inside, I know our chances are grim. Our long-range-comms have also been severed by the Covenant. We're so fucked.

September 23rd, 2554
We're out. Thank god. We were stuck in that god-forsaken cave for weeks, taking attack after attack, losing man after man. For some reason a Spartan was on the planet too, and heard our SOS call. He came in during our darkest hour, and saved us all. He slaughtered the covenant, like some sort of machine. It was insane. Maybe if I work hard enough I can be one of those...

The journal ends there. However, there is a "1" On the side of it. Maybe this continues.

How did your character receive this position?: (100 Words Minimum)
They received this position for the incredible potential that they held, and their previous experience. With some more training in special weapons and tactics, they could be a prime Spartan. Romiase had learned some leadership skills as they went on, and they had become a person that several people could look up to in a dreary situation, combat or not. He was generally a pretty ideal soldier, and even as a person he could help out people with some of the things that people will deal with as humans. And thus he was inducted into the Spartan IV program, hoping to become one of the best.
Explain how your Spartan reacts to combat using a RP situation(100 Words Minimum)
Romiase usually seeks to protect others before he neutralizes the threat, unless that is the quickest way to protect others. For example, he may first rush to get a group of his fellow soldiers to move them out of the way, or if necessary, shield them with his own body. After that's been done, or if it isn't needed, he tends to tackle enemies head-on. If it would make tactical sense and wouldn't get him obviously killed, he tries to get into hand-to-hand. Otherwise, he tends to try and rush his enemy and use conventional weapons, usually something such as a SAW, or an Assault Rifle. combat scenario below.

Romiase, Aegis, Ashton, and Fielding continue their stride down the alley, weapons raised. Romiase taking point and the three following behind him.

A Sangheili Spec-Ops comes out of cloaking, it's sword out to his side, his other hand mirroring it, in an "I'm open" motion.

"Get back! Fire if you get a clear shot, and only if you get a clear shot! Don't want Blue on Blue!" 

Romiase raises his SAW, putting a solid twenty rounds into the Sangheili's sheilds, before they dissapate. The other three ODST's back up in a combat pace.

The Sangheili rushes Romiase, making a horizontal slash as it runs.

Romiase ducks down, before sending a kick into the Sangheili's shin, tripping it. He then turns, and gets up onto his feet before slamming a foot straight into the Sangheili's mouth, and firing twenty more shot's into the thing's chest.
Does your Spartan experience PTSD?
No, he finds ways to manage trauma, whether that's talking to his fellow soldiers or talking himself through it.
Signature here thank you for applying!
Jericho

more detail

more detail into what?
 

gwyn said previously:

more detail

after looking at some other apps, I think I got what you wanted in the detail side of things.

Accepted.

Due to your dedication to our community, OOC maturity, and making a pretty good application, you've been accepted.

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