Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jan 2, 2012 18:15:36 GMT -5
Faction: Resources Development Administration
Department: Space Marines
Rank: Colonel Badass
Name: Miles BAMF Quaritch
Race: Human
Age: 58
Height:5’ 11”
Weight: 160 lbs
Birth place: Earth
Appearance:
Colonel Quaritch is a total badass with this pimpin’ digital camo uniform he wears, with big combat boots he uses for kicking open airlock doors into hostile environments. Also, he’s got this badass scar on his head, like claw marks, he probably got them from killing a dangerous predator with his teeth. And then he’s got this coffee cup, which he uses for his coffee, which is brewed from the tears of the native women.
Personality: He’s like a boss. The boss. The boss’s boss who’s bossy. Nothing’s over while he’s breathing. He has the heart of a Na’avi, in a jar on his desk, that he cut down from that tree they all lived in… with a pocket knife. Quaritch is the standard by which all badass Colonels are judged. Hannibal? Ain’t got nothin’ on this G. Sanders? Go back to the kitchen and make me some chicken. It’s all about CMQ.
Skills: General badassery, pimpitude, and BAMFery. Using space mechs to pimp slap cripples in avatar bodies. Also the ability to hold his breath a longass time. Sadly, he isn’t immune to ginormous poisoned arrows. His only weakness.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 9
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 7
Leadership: 42
Unarmed: 9
Melee Weapons: 9
Ranged Weapons: 21.378
Alignment: Alignment is for lesser men.
Bio:
Password: Colonel Quaritch laughs at your passwords.
RP Sample: “Masks On!” Yelled Colonel Quaritch as he badassly kicked down a door and ran outside into toxic air without a breathing device. Like a boss, he picked up a gun and dumped a whole mag into those space-hippies’ helicopter, then pulled out a pimping revolver to fire the last few shots. Damn, he thought, those suckers got away. Then some woman came over and shoved a mask at him. He gave her a look that said b*tch please, like I need a mask to breath here? He took it and breathed in reluctantly.
Department: Space Marines
Rank: Colonel Badass
Name: Miles BAMF Quaritch
Race: Human
Age: 58
Height:5’ 11”
Weight: 160 lbs
Birth place: Earth
Appearance:
Colonel Quaritch is a total badass with this pimpin’ digital camo uniform he wears, with big combat boots he uses for kicking open airlock doors into hostile environments. Also, he’s got this badass scar on his head, like claw marks, he probably got them from killing a dangerous predator with his teeth. And then he’s got this coffee cup, which he uses for his coffee, which is brewed from the tears of the native women.
Personality: He’s like a boss. The boss. The boss’s boss who’s bossy. Nothing’s over while he’s breathing. He has the heart of a Na’avi, in a jar on his desk, that he cut down from that tree they all lived in… with a pocket knife. Quaritch is the standard by which all badass Colonels are judged. Hannibal? Ain’t got nothin’ on this G. Sanders? Go back to the kitchen and make me some chicken. It’s all about CMQ.
Skills: General badassery, pimpitude, and BAMFery. Using space mechs to pimp slap cripples in avatar bodies. Also the ability to hold his breath a longass time. Sadly, he isn’t immune to ginormous poisoned arrows. His only weakness.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 9
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 7
Leadership: 42
Unarmed: 9
Melee Weapons: 9
Ranged Weapons: 21.378
Alignment: Alignment is for lesser men.
Bio:
Password: Colonel Quaritch laughs at your passwords.
RP Sample: “Masks On!” Yelled Colonel Quaritch as he badassly kicked down a door and ran outside into toxic air without a breathing device. Like a boss, he picked up a gun and dumped a whole mag into those space-hippies’ helicopter, then pulled out a pimping revolver to fire the last few shots. Damn, he thought, those suckers got away. Then some woman came over and shoved a mask at him. He gave her a look that said b*tch please, like I need a mask to breath here? He took it and breathed in reluctantly.