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The blades of the helicopter whirl as you slowly make your way toward your destination. You see it in the distance, a large ship slowly swaying on the waters of the icy pacific. The helicopter slows and begins hovering over the ship. Everyone on the helicopter knows what to do, a soldier moves closer to the exit of the helicopter. He moves his hand signaling for your team to make the move. Suddenly enemy gunfire sails through the air, hitting one soldier square in the chest. Blood splatters as the soldier crumples and falls in a heap onto the deck of the ship. The helicopter speeds away to a higher position. The enemy gunfire continues, someone yells out you need to jump. You nod, continueing with the plan you grab the rope attached to a bar in the helicopter, then you jump. You hold onto the rope as bullets sail past you. Then you loosen your grip and continue down the rope. You reach the deck of the ship in a mere few seconds. Giving you a chance to pull out your primary weapon, your SCAR-H. You take cover behind a metal crate, bullets ricochete off as you wait for your chance to fire. You risk it and swing around and fire at the assailants. One goes down in a splatter of blood while the other is left unharmed. You turn to him and aim for a clean headshot, but before you could pull the trigger he's down from a shot by one of your teammates. A bullet slides past you ripping open your arm. Blood pours out of the wound as you make your way back to cover. Thinking fast you rip off a piece of your shirt and rap it tightly around the open wound. Satisfied you turn your attention back to the fire fight at hand. You peek your head around the corner and instantly draw it back as bullets slam against were your head once was. You smile as you now know there position, you turn and fire off a shot at two of the three attacking enemies. They go down as one of your teammates gets a clean headshot on the third and final enemy. You and the rest of your team continue throughout the base strategically killing the remaining forces. You continue through until you reach the area were you will complete your main objective. A large room filled with enemies. Gunfire greets you as you reach the only entrance into the room. Your team backs off and takes cover behind some crates. One of your teammates wasn't so lucky. Thinking fast you throw a flashbang into the room. A large flash fills through room, temporarily blinding the enemies. You pop out of cover and begin picking off the enemies one by one. Soon the room is empty except for the bodies of your assailants. You continue into the room and place a packet of
C4 on the floor of the room. Your team leaves quickly as the C4 detonates. Debris fills the room as the floor is blown apart. You continue by jumping down through the hole to the next level. The few enemies down there are quickly shot as you continue through. You continue until you reach the area of your objective. A group of hostages lay tied up on the floor with a small armada of soldiers guarding them. You take aim and pick off one with a headshot and the other with a body shot. The armada is caught off guard and so is easily eliminated by your team. You then begin your main work and rescue the hostages. But then a series of explosions is heard off in the distance. In response the ship lurches to one side as water begins filling in the lower deck. One of your teammates curses as water begins to puddle up around your feet. Thinking fast your team begins to head towards the hole made by the C4, you reach it but by now the water is up to your knees. One of your teammates fires a flare into the sky, quickly responded by a rope falling through and landing with a splash in the water. You then proceed to hook yourself on along with one of the recently saved hostages to the rope. With a pull you're up and out escaping the wreckage of the ship via chinook helicopter. You grin as you climb to safety on the helicopter, the rest of your team sits motionless as the helicopter flies away. Another job well done for the Task Force 212, aka Deathhounds.


Information
You're part of the Task Force 212, ((I know, it sounds a lot like Task Force 141 from MW 2, but I couldn't think of anything else.)) they're a group of highly trained soldiers. They're basically the ultimate badasses, think James Bond+ G.I.Joe ((Original G.I. Joe, not that horrible movie)) + Sam Fisher + Every other military/spy, badass. I'm not going to reveal the story for anyone, but everyone will learn more as we continue through missions.

Task Force 212 a.k.a Deathhounds
This is a list of the members of TF 212, ((This is were all accepted characters will go.))

Marcus Price-Field Commander, Weapons Specialist~plasmidpwner
James "Specs" Wells-Tech. Specialist~NPC
Mason "Motor" Johanssen-Wheelman/Pilot etc.~NPC
John Benson-Field Commander Subordinate ((2nd in Command))~NPC
Isaac "IQ" Jacobs-Heavy Weapons Specialist~NPC
Pyotr/Peter Petrov-Designated Sharpshooter/Sniper Team Leader~NPC
Andrew "Mole" Ryan-Demolitons Expert~NPC
Malachi Johnson-Field Operative~NPC
Josh Weaver-Field Operative~NPC
Kalin "Kall" Kelley-Radio Communications~55k0
Thomas "Air Mail" Desova-Chopper Gunner~xWalrus
Serenity Wolfe-Designated Sniper~AmberWolfe
Pyotr Stevanovich-Field Operative~Hromoplast

((The ones marked NPC's will be controlled by me. Only a few NPC's will be on a mission at one time. Also, NPC's can die, I choose whether they die, or if they live.))

Character Sheet

Name: ((Ex. Last Name, First Name, First Initial of Middle Name.))
Codename: ((Optional))
Age: ((Must be between 20 and 40))
Gender: ((Male/Female))
Ethnicity:
Appearance: ((Include eye color, hair color, distinguishing traits, etc.))
Background: ((Optional))
Notes: ((Personality, qualities, etc.))

My Character Sheet
Name: Price, Marcus W.
Codename: None
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Appearance: Around 6'1", with dark brown hair, brown eyes, and the beginnings of a beard and moustache ((Otherwise known as stubble.)) Has a few scars on his chest, back, calf of right leg, and one small one on his neck. Has a tattoo of a skull on his upper left arm.
Background: Served in the 75th Ranger Regeiment for a time, afterwords he was chosen to be part of TF 212. Became Field Commander after original Commander Joseph Sully was K.I.A. Has led TF 212 ever since.
Notes: Good leader, level headed.

Equipment
Your equipment will be listed for every mission. I will tell you what your equipment is when we start a mission.

Missions
This rp revolves around completing a series of missions that I will choose. Each mission will be described in the "Mission Post", the format for a mission is below.

Mission Name: ((Codename for the mission.))
Main Objective: ((Main goal, must be completed to complete the mission. There can be mulitple Main Objectives in one mission.))
Objectives: ((These are objectives that are optional, you don't need to do them but it's recomended.))
Classification: ((A mission can be classified as assualt, defense, rescue, etc.))
Operatives: ((This is the list of people that'll do the mission. This will include me, all of the players, and one or two NPC's.))

((If you have any questions just ask!))

((Also something I forgot to mention is to be realistic with your posts. But also, you have some freedom with realism, since everyone that's part of TF 212 is a special agent, and basically a very good soldier. So you would have been trained to survive falls, be an extreme marksmen, so basically you're kind of like an action hero that manages to jump out of a helicopter and shoot three enemies in the head while dodging bullets. If you have questions about this particularly just ask them!))

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55k0

Name: Kelley, Kalin .M
Codename: Kall
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Ethnicity:Caucasian
Appearance: Tiron's body is built to last hours of long combat. He has brown hair and brown eyes.(If we have a buzz cut does our hair color matter?) ((Include eye color, hair color, distinguishing traits, etc.))
Background: Despite his last name being a girl's name if you look at the original kelleys (Irish clan) you see they are quoted as being "The most bloodthirsty clan in all of Ireland. Tiron may be a desendent of the Kelley clan but he does not look very Irish. Tiron keeps the same bloodthirsty madness that his ancestors had. In close-quarters you WANT Tiron to have a weapon for his signature close quarters attack is a knife cut down to the bone. Tiron does specialise not in fighting but in Radio Wavelengths basicaly he is the gye who calls the chopper at the end of the day. Mr. Radioman or Kall.
Notes: " "

plasmidpwner

((Nice character sheet, accepted!))

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xWalrus

Name: Desova, Thomas H.
Codename: Air Mail
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Ethnicity:Asian
Appearance: Brown eye color, tall, muscular, sharp looking.
Backround: Was part of the Airborne 101st.
Notes: Usually gives support fire from the chopper.

(Tell me if i have to change anything)

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plasmidpwner

((Accepted! Only need like one or two more people before we can get started! ))

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AmberWolfe

((This looks fairly kewl =D))

Name: Wolfe, Serenity S.
Codename: None
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: caucasian
Appearance: Very light blue eyes, Dirty blond hair about mid-back length Small build, quick witted and very fast.
Background: She tried to keep it to herself.
Notes: She is a VERY good sniper. She likes to keep silent whenever possible.

((Tell me if anything needs to be changed.))

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plasmidpwner

((Good character, accepted! Ok, we have a fairly decent amount of people. So I think we should start now. Note: Anyone can still join at any time.))

Mission Name: Pheonix Flame
Main Objective: Locate and capture Miguel L. Anderson
Objectives: Locate and download enemy intelligence of enemy organization codename Silent Fire.
Eliminate Silent Fire head commanders:
Albert P. Westerman
William J. Dawson
Jonathon R. Smith
Winona N. Lancer
Classification: Capture
Operatives:
Marcus Price
Kalin Kelley
Thomas Desova
Serenity Wolfe
John Benson
Pyotr Stevanovich

Equipment:
Forest ghillie suits
Silenced UMP45/Barret .50cal
Silenced M9
Frag Grenades
Flashbangs

The rumble of the jeeps engine adds to the thousands of sounds filling the air. Marcus wipes the sweat off his forehead as they near there location. "Damn bugs." He mutters as he swats one away from his face. They were in the middle of a jungle heading towards the supposed H.Q. of Silent Fire. A terrorist organization. They were there to capture and interrogate Miguel Anderson. The known founder of the organization, and the one responsible for the recent hostage situation. As the jeep pulled over Marcus gripped his UMP45 with a tight grip. He stepped out and waited for his team to follow.

((By the way, Hromoplast, you're accepted!))

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Hromoplast

Name: Pyotr Stevanovich
Codename: The Bear
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Russian
Appearance: Above average in height, black eyes and hair - untypical for a Slav. Strong broad shoulder build, hence the nickname.
Background: He spent much of his life as a store clerk until he decided that he should try out something new. He joined the Russian army and showed great progress. His unit was sent to quell a Chechen rebellion. His commander transfered him to the SpetsNaz for all of his earlier exploits. There he learned from the best. He was thought close combat moves by a retired Israeli Defense Force officer so you could say he's a "all rounder".
Notes: Mild personality, just like a Bear - you better not disturb him. Loves to eat and drink. Adores the compact P90, and has amazing hip fire accuracy with it as well as any SMG. Yugoslav M-93 .50 cal bolt-action rifle is also one of his favorites. He does use the sniper in a rather unusual way from a normal sniper's perspective.
(( changed a bit... now it's in order with your latest post ))

xWalrus

Looking at the lush, green jungle, Thomas put his mag into his UMP. He looked at the faces of his team members, carefully printing their faces into his head. No one seemed to talk, let alone know who anyone was. Thomas decided he should strike up a conversation.

"So, guys, what part of the military were you from? Im from the 101st Airborne. I'm not used to this type of mission." Thomas said after he finished looking at them, finishing the sentence with a fake cough, signalling the others they should answer.

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Hromoplast

Pyotr jumped off the jeep and set his weapon's safety on. He was interrupted by the american's try to communicate.
The Bear is not used to this environment either. Russia's my place and there's no jungles there he said with a hearty laugh. He made a few easy steps and made a low volume comment Let's just hope we don't get into some serious trouble out here.
He moved his attention to the commander, waiting for him to share his voice with them.