Post by Kyle Dielschneider on Feb 26, 2011 0:53:51 GMT -5
[/b]KYLE, DIELSCHNEIDER
[/center]~~~~~~ BASICS[/b]
Full Name: Kyle Dielschneider
Nickname(s): Whatever the crew wants to give him
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Age/Birthday: 23
Race: Human
Place of Birth/Home Town: Germany, Lahr.
~~~~~~ APPEARANCE[/b]
Character Portrayal: I guess myself?
Hair: Blond
Eyes: blue/green
Height: 6'1"
Individual Features: a large scar running across from his right shoulder down to his left hip.
~~~~~~ INFLUENCES[/b]
Family:
-Will Dielschneider; Father
-Mary Dielschneider; Mother
Friends:
-none at the moment
Enemies:
-none at the moment
Job: weapon specalist
~~~~~~ PERSONALITY[/b]
Personality:
Kyle is neutral in terms of how he acts. He can be happy and friendly one moment, and then quiet and focused the next. He'll take the time to talk to others, and the infantry and make some allies as well as help others out who need it if he's feeling in the mood to do such a task. He is quite a smart man who knows how to handle different things, and lead a squadron, and away teams. He knows everything there is to know about the Navy and their crafts. He may be a weapon specialist but he still leads a squadron of men and women. He is also quick to come up with battle plans and tactics that he hopes will turn the favour of battle to their side.
Likes:
-Cooking
-any form of weapon that he can hold and use on the battlefield.
-cats
-women
-thinking positive.
Dislikes:
-eating fish (not a fan of the taste)
-losing fellow crewmen
-Idiots
-cocky officers
Fears:
-to die alone is one of his largest fears he has.
-to be alone.
~~~~~~ HISTORY[/b]
History: Born and raised in Germany. Both his parents worked and lived as normal civilians with normal lives and normal jobs. They raised Kyle to be much like a gentleman and to one day become someone larger than his parents. Of course during his school life he couldn't care less about starting a business or worrying about his future he just wanted to get through school make friends and live the life of a kid. So far things were going quite well. He managed to get make a good number of friends and do a what his parents wanted and worked. So through grades 7 to graduation he worked and lived the life a normal highschool student who amazingly made honor role more than one could count. So shortly after graduation he left home and started to work out in the civilian world up until the age of 19 where from there he quit his current job, and joined the Navy. He always did want to explore space, and he had noticed he had a rather natural talent for maintaining and using firearms as well as many other different weapons in the past when he was with one of his friends.
So he went in to become a weapons specialist and carry out what he thought was his duty. So his years moving from area to area, and ship to ship. During those times he had a few run in's with a good number of enemies who weren't happy to see his face. Hence the reason for his scar across his chest. Shortly after he was given a posting to a new ship, and from there he just lived and made sure to keep his fellow crewmen alive by making sure the weapons were up to date, and were well taken care of. Of course he would also go on missions that would require a few more vets.
Random Facts:
~~~~~~ PLAYER[/b]
Name: Adam
Age: 19
RP Experience: 4 years
Any Other Characters? none on here yet.
RP Sample: This is from another site, but this is basically how I post, although most times its longer.
Casual Post 1-
William was bored. He had little to do, or think of for that matter. He had come back from pissing off Fausta yet again this time he was missing his right hand. He wasn't to happy about that but he just ignored that, and moved on. He moved around the base making every effort to look for someone to either talk to, or bother; which ever came first. So far though there was no one. Everyone seemed to be away either on a quick strike mission or just doing a few things before the Major came by for a visit. William thought about the Major for a second and smirked. The man was like a hero to William, after all he kept Millennium running for all those years, and had been like a father figure to him, and most of the other soldiers. William knew he would make his Major proud by pushing himself to finished his missions in the most bloodiest of ways that showed his spirit, and loyalty to his leader. "I hope the my brothers and sisters are going to show the Major their loyalty to him by making a bloody mess." William mummbled to himself as he walked down the halls. William then slid his hands into his pockets and looked up at the ceiling. "How is it that we are still unknown even though we have attacked a good number of locations. They must think its someone else. Yes that must be the case." William thought to himself as he walked on. William was wearing his black cap, with the broken silver skull and crossbones. He was also wearing his black trench coat. He was bored.
annoyed Post 2-
William had been walking around for a good while, and once again he had found no one to talk to, bother, or question. William headed towards a small table in a lounge area. When he sat down he hit his head hard against the table, face first. "Ow~" Sigismund whimpered jokingly. He was not to happy with how things were turning out this day, and he was even more pissed to know he wasn't out on a small raid or able to have some 'Free time' in the nearby town. He was hungry, and so far he had only that crappy animal shit to drink. He wasn't happy with drinking that crap at all. He wanted some real blood, the good stuff. Of course he couldn't get any from Fausta because he didn't know if she'd even give him some of hers. He knew she had some locked away, just... he didn't know where. He then popped his head up from the table. "YES! I got it! I'll beg Fausta to give me some, I'll just use my god like looks to help." Sigismund announced alound with his finger up in the air. William then frowned and scratched the back of his head under his cap. "No, that won't work she most likely won't..." William sighed. William just shook his head and stood up from his table. "Alright time for me to stop dragging my feet and go do something." William said trying to motivate himself. Then with that he ran down the hall.
Battle Post 3-
After running down the halls at almost full speed he found someone. He was one of the soldiers under his command. William smiled, and threw his hand back and lowered his back and charged the man. The solder quickly turned around in time to jump above William. William laughed, and spun around and jumped up after the man. William smirked as he saw the soldier smile. This was going to be a fun little scrap between friends. William was going to make sure to enjoy himself now. He had a lot of time to kill, and he had nothing better to do so a small practice fight would do his body good. William soon smashed into the man, sending them barreling down towards the ground. They were both laughed like mad men when they hit the floor hard. William then pulled up and threw his fist down at the mans face. The man quickly moved his face a bit dodging the attack, then he sent a counter attack to Williams left ribs. William saw this coming and quickly used all of his strength and speed to roll away. William then bolted it down the halls and towards the practice area. Once there William stopped and turned around to see the man come charging at him. William likewise charged at him. As he grew closer he formed a fist and sent it flying towards the mans face. William's opponent did like wise, and sent a fist flying towards William's face. They both hit their marks, and the two men where sent backwards on to their backs. William quickly recovered and threw himself up and towards the man. The man smiled, as William jumped on him kneeing him in the gut. The man then spat out in pain from the blow. William then went on to hammer the mans face. The man put up a good defence before he finally kicked William off of him, and sent him down on to his back. The man tried the same thing as William but William quickly countered by throwing his feet into the mans chest. The man was sent into a small backflip and landed on his face hard. William then rolled over top of the man and finished him off with a swift punch to the spin.
After recovering from their wounds, they both looked at each other, and began to laugh. They had fun, most likely the most fun all night.
Rules: 'Understood. Over and out.
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