Post by lonebadass on Dec 13, 2017 21:23:30 GMT -5
Name:Jerad Dickonson
nickname: gearbox
Sex:Male
Age:27
Occupation:BSAA Rank:specialist
Weapons: Combat shotgun(full choke and dragon's breath shotgun rounds) m16a3 (Suppressor, Bipod, ACOG Sight, Canted iron sights),combat knife
Equipment: tac vest with kevlar inserts, 16 shells for his shotgun and 8 rounds of his dragon's breath ammo, for his primary 3 mags urban and nighttime camo combat uniforms,
Appearance top physical condition most often resembling that of a soldier, platinum blond hair combed back and rests in a ponytail blue eyes when not in combat he wears denim jeans work boots white t shirt and bomber jacket
Personality: Jerad is a lovable, joking and carefree guy who loves his friends and does what he can for people in need. Most of the time throwing himself in danger to help those in need or allies regardless of what the cost of doing so may entail. He's a intelligent man as well often tinkering with his combat gear and or weapons in his free time hence how he was able to make his dragon's breath rounds
History: Born in racoon city, 1979 to a auto mechanic for a father and a firefighter mother. He had a decent upbringing but due to his mothers job didn't see her much after age 5 and spent most of his time around his father who was always working on a ratbike(scrap metal chopper). In his free time often having jared help, showing him the joy in making new things. The times were he did get to see his mother was spent learning about fire safety and dangerous flammable materials.
Growing up into his teens(13-17) he spent his time helping at his father's shop aiding him as he was getting old and when he wasn't doing that he was hanging out with his friends Carla and Thomas. Thomas worked at his dads shop and carla was Thomas's sweetheart they would mostly watch movies or hang out by the local bars. He thought the good times would last forever but he was wrong a few months after his 19th birthday things went to hell, the raccoon city outbreak happened.
That day was the first of many things he wouldn't be able to unsee. those undead, zombies walkers? he didn't care what they were called but that horrible night was one that will stick with him forever. his mother and father were home and trying their best to fend off the infected jarred was busy in his room on the second floor shooting his dad's old m16a3 from his days of a soldier his aim for lack of a better term sucked. He was never a soldier and had never fired a gun before his first mag was nearly all misses with a few kills as he got the hang of it by halfway through the second mag his shot were better but the stress and fatigue was setting in making further shots sloppy that's when he heard it. Downstairs he could hear their front door cave in stumbling from his perch his legs liquid feeling from it all but he forced himself downstairs the door off its hinges and two of the undead bodies were those of his friends. His mother could be heard outside fighting the undead off that's when his father turned to him telling him to take the truck and head to the border that he had a buddy working the gate who owed him favors but most importantly who could get him out wanting to argue he stopped.
He could no longer hear his mother's cries of battle he called her name but no answer, only the sounds of the far out screams and and explosions could be heard. His father not taking his eyes off the door told him to go now and pumped his now fully loaded shotgun Jared didn't argue and headed to the truck. On his way out in the rear view mirror he could see the mob of infected poor into the house threw the front door his fathers shouts and shotgun blasts going off slamming on the gass he kept going.
Looking back on those days was the hardest for him the following years weren't much better with the news that his home town was firebombed off the earth along with any hope that his father made it out. He soon found himself joining the BSAA to prevent this tragedy from happening again. It was after basic and a few missions under his belt that during shore leave he invented a special ammo type. using his lessons from his mother and father but also the stock of materials in the armory to which he paid for of course. This new ammo type he called dragons breath which are a mixture of fosferas and thermite packed with the lead bb's. When fired the thermite ignites from air contact almost instantly after being fired which would also ignite the fosforis effectively burning/incinerating the targets if the bb's don't outright kill them.
Introduction:jared worked with the local military their target was a small group of extremists on the 8th floor of the daily news building. The extremists in question had a unknown amount of BOW's while the local military cleared lower floors jared and his team cleared the upper floors. hoping to pinch the targets before they do any catastrophic harm. While doing this task he had dropped two of the units and had a third detained in the north stairwell according to the detainee a total of two bow's and one not yet ready for use was in the building "jared to squad leader making our way to the entry point now." he commed in to the military force clearing the lower floors. There was a brief silence each moment seeming like a agonizingly long time to jared. "Understood were about to breach are you in position?" jared and his team was at the stairwell door to the target floor "In position." his squad leader then said over comms "ok 3...2...1 breaching breach breach breach!!"
nickname: gearbox
Sex:Male
Age:27
Occupation:BSAA Rank:specialist
Weapons: Combat shotgun(full choke and dragon's breath shotgun rounds) m16a3 (Suppressor, Bipod, ACOG Sight, Canted iron sights),combat knife
Equipment: tac vest with kevlar inserts, 16 shells for his shotgun and 8 rounds of his dragon's breath ammo, for his primary 3 mags urban and nighttime camo combat uniforms,
Appearance top physical condition most often resembling that of a soldier, platinum blond hair combed back and rests in a ponytail blue eyes when not in combat he wears denim jeans work boots white t shirt and bomber jacket
Personality: Jerad is a lovable, joking and carefree guy who loves his friends and does what he can for people in need. Most of the time throwing himself in danger to help those in need or allies regardless of what the cost of doing so may entail. He's a intelligent man as well often tinkering with his combat gear and or weapons in his free time hence how he was able to make his dragon's breath rounds
History: Born in racoon city, 1979 to a auto mechanic for a father and a firefighter mother. He had a decent upbringing but due to his mothers job didn't see her much after age 5 and spent most of his time around his father who was always working on a ratbike(scrap metal chopper). In his free time often having jared help, showing him the joy in making new things. The times were he did get to see his mother was spent learning about fire safety and dangerous flammable materials.
Growing up into his teens(13-17) he spent his time helping at his father's shop aiding him as he was getting old and when he wasn't doing that he was hanging out with his friends Carla and Thomas. Thomas worked at his dads shop and carla was Thomas's sweetheart they would mostly watch movies or hang out by the local bars. He thought the good times would last forever but he was wrong a few months after his 19th birthday things went to hell, the raccoon city outbreak happened.
That day was the first of many things he wouldn't be able to unsee. those undead, zombies walkers? he didn't care what they were called but that horrible night was one that will stick with him forever. his mother and father were home and trying their best to fend off the infected jarred was busy in his room on the second floor shooting his dad's old m16a3 from his days of a soldier his aim for lack of a better term sucked. He was never a soldier and had never fired a gun before his first mag was nearly all misses with a few kills as he got the hang of it by halfway through the second mag his shot were better but the stress and fatigue was setting in making further shots sloppy that's when he heard it. Downstairs he could hear their front door cave in stumbling from his perch his legs liquid feeling from it all but he forced himself downstairs the door off its hinges and two of the undead bodies were those of his friends. His mother could be heard outside fighting the undead off that's when his father turned to him telling him to take the truck and head to the border that he had a buddy working the gate who owed him favors but most importantly who could get him out wanting to argue he stopped.
He could no longer hear his mother's cries of battle he called her name but no answer, only the sounds of the far out screams and and explosions could be heard. His father not taking his eyes off the door told him to go now and pumped his now fully loaded shotgun Jared didn't argue and headed to the truck. On his way out in the rear view mirror he could see the mob of infected poor into the house threw the front door his fathers shouts and shotgun blasts going off slamming on the gass he kept going.
Looking back on those days was the hardest for him the following years weren't much better with the news that his home town was firebombed off the earth along with any hope that his father made it out. He soon found himself joining the BSAA to prevent this tragedy from happening again. It was after basic and a few missions under his belt that during shore leave he invented a special ammo type. using his lessons from his mother and father but also the stock of materials in the armory to which he paid for of course. This new ammo type he called dragons breath which are a mixture of fosferas and thermite packed with the lead bb's. When fired the thermite ignites from air contact almost instantly after being fired which would also ignite the fosforis effectively burning/incinerating the targets if the bb's don't outright kill them.
Introduction:jared worked with the local military their target was a small group of extremists on the 8th floor of the daily news building. The extremists in question had a unknown amount of BOW's while the local military cleared lower floors jared and his team cleared the upper floors. hoping to pinch the targets before they do any catastrophic harm. While doing this task he had dropped two of the units and had a third detained in the north stairwell according to the detainee a total of two bow's and one not yet ready for use was in the building "jared to squad leader making our way to the entry point now." he commed in to the military force clearing the lower floors. There was a brief silence each moment seeming like a agonizingly long time to jared. "Understood were about to breach are you in position?" jared and his team was at the stairwell door to the target floor "In position." his squad leader then said over comms "ok 3...2...1 breaching breach breach breach!!"