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UPLOADING PROFILE........................... name: Nomad,J.'Delta-boy'
Rank: N/A
Designation: Rifleman,Containment squad IC
Height: 175cm.
Weight: 95kg.
Eye Color: Green.
Hair Color: Dark brown.
Age: 20.

Physical Description:
James Nomads stands juSt under 5 foot 11 inches.Has a healthy tan, and a firm moderate build. He is athletically fit and favours compact muscles rather than body-builder style the marines of old seemed to favour.
With dark emerald eyes and earth coloured hair. A square jaw,hair worn short at sides and flat on top and sporting a tattoo on the circumference of his neck saying "Cut here".
Nomad doesnt really stand out from the rest of the marines but his features are distinguished ones.

Personality:
James 'Delta-boy' Nomads personailty is rounded in many ways,either making friends,doing work or just joking around.
Nothing phases Nomad.
But the one thing that can or utterly will destroy him and alienate him from friends and family is the way he has to achieve everything he sets out for. Normally this is a good thing.But to Nomad he must win/join/be first or just be involved or accepted in any way possible,even if that means stealing,cheating or taking credit for someone elses hard earned work (i think you know what im getting at).
Weapons:

Primary: M41A2.
Description:
Caliber: 10mm caseless.
Firing modes: Semi-automatic,Automatic.
Attachments: EOTECH red dot sight.
Customizations: None.
Magazine capacity: 99 10mm rounds.
Secondary: M4A9 Tactical Pistol .
Description:
Caliber: 4.5mm caseless.
Firing modes: Semi-automatic.
Attachments: Tactical torch.
Magazine capacity: 20 rounds.
Location on body: Hip.


Additional: Ka-Bar knife.
Description: One razor sharp edge,the other serrated. Irish shamrock on grip.


Equipment:

Standard BDUs.
Marine Corps 8 Point Cover.
M3 Body Armor.
M10 Pattern Ballistic Helmet (including pull down infrared sight, tactical .camera, microphone, and NVG system).
M600 TNR Shoulder Mounted Lamp.
Dust Goggles / BiMex Polarized Filters with non-reflective surface.

XM32 Grenade Bandolier.
-M84 Stun Grenade (X2).
-M18 Coloured Smoke Grenade (X2).
-M39 Checkerball Grenade (X2) .


Combat Webbing.
Assored pouches,load bearing kit.
-6 spare M41A2 mags.
-3 spare M4A9 mags.
-8 M40B Grenades.




History:
Born in Ireland,Earth.
At a tender young age Nomad took a very keen interest in everythingthat was military.
As it probably would when you had a father and uncle in it who server with the USCMC.Yes the military blood ran through Nomads veins.
As the military bred discipline so did did Nomads father who incorparated into Nomads lifestyle.
Giving everything he did 110% from school--to work--to friendships--socially and of course family.
Upon entering the age of 18,James thought about signing up for the USCMC.His father on the other hand on the other hand did not think it was a good idea however.

As James father tried to convince him otherwise and telling him it was a extremely hard job,not seeing family or friends and that his life would be at risk. James still didnt listen and blatanly said he was joining.
But after a long and heartfelt discussion he changed his decision and decided he would go to college,see the world and then join the USCMC,but this as his father plan would hopefully wish his son would be to old by the time he was finished doing and seeing everything or the military fascination would die out. With the decision stuck and James on his way to college in 2 weeks time.
His father was still in the USCMC,but not as a combat team,he was a peace over-seer just to make sure none of the outer colonys where making any trouble as politics where rife at the minute from Earth to the verge of human space.
While he was assigned peace monitoring duties on a distant space colony that was also rife with politics and civil war and collapsing he was killed while trying to quell a large riot.

When news reached back to James that his father was dead,it struck him as a terrible blow.
He never knew his mother and didnt have any siblings and the only other person close to him was his uncle,who was on active duty.
Informing the college he was dropping out he headed down to the local recruiting center and signed all important papers.
A date was set for preliminary meetings,he ace'd them all and was given a time and date for his basic training to begin.
The training like his father said was hard,but he excelled at it and came out of the top of his class. Like everything else he did and gave every bit of himself for that cause..training to become the best. Althoguh coming out great that 'be better than anyone else' niggle turned sour as he displayed incompetence and arrogance to fellow soldiers and officers.

He knew he was was treading on a very thin line here and soon took away his ways and all was forgiven. Even though that stern discipline made Nomad what he is today,it also created a unhealthy obession that no one would cater for.
With training fully completed he is now ready to be transferred to his company and his new future ahead of him.


Player Name: James Nomad.
AIM:
MSN:
E-Mail:cianjdalton@yahoo.co.uk

Sample Roleplay:
This is so weird,Nomad thought to himself,so over the top so like the company,
It was a vast laboratory facility under ground beneath the colony ground side.A far away colony planet on the verge of human controlled space called LOKV-9.
It had its own foundry,accomondation and even a sub-way system.
He had hear from reports that the facility had been evacuated for unknown reasons and the local garrison of Colonial Marines had been called in to evacuate any missing survivors.
The captain had only sent 1 platoon under ground level while the rest got stationed above with the drop-ships.
As the facility was so big,it took that 1 platoon a hellva' lot of time to search every square metre for survivors.
So they broke into 4 squads and each squad had its own fallback and rendevouz position and its own objective to search.
Nomads squad had been assigned to chack the warehouse type room of the generator complex. It was a place that really fazed him a normal colony up top and this multi-million installation down here. What had the captain called it?,Nomad said to himself.
A species research or something facility or something. Again he noted to himself. He saw a type of gooy resin on the floor,noted it to his squaddies and made sure he god vid feed of it. Upon reaching the objective it was suprisilingy clear,not even a blimp on the motion tracker. But they spoke to soon as the sound of screeching was heard,the marines didnt know what had it them at this point but where about to find out. In the wilted shadows of the above the open space Nomad heard screams like Kapas's voice and then sultons.
Nomad didnt know what was happening,nor did the rest of second squad for that matter or even sarge. Nomad saw them for the first time,tall,lean,dark shadowy figures with an elongated head and rows of sharp teeth,and what seeed to be an exo-skeleton type bones.
Firing,screaming and in-coherent shouts where coming and the marnes including Nomad where over come with fear.
After what seemed like an eternity firing at darkness and fear ridden soldiers.
Sarge sounded the retreat screaming "FALL BACK,TO DZ CHARLIE!,BETA FORMATION,Klisky keep 'em pinned with the smart gun!".
Their formation broke and Nomad ran back,crouched to one knee and yet again fired at the shadows.



Physical Description:
James Nomads stands just under 5 foot 11 inches.Has a healthy tan, and a firm moderate build. He is athletically fit and favours compact muscles rather than body-builder style the marines of old seemed to favour.
With dark emerald eyes and earth coloured hair. A square jaw,hair worn short at sides and flat on top and sporting a tattoo on the circumference of his neck saying "Cut here".
Nomad doesnt really stand out from the rest of the marines but his features are distinguished ones.

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Some sigs that where made for me.
Xeno_Slayer this one.

Sam-Jack-Dunn(Malus-Darkblade.) made this one.

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RPG's.
Descending Fate.
Lost Souls.
A little something i got on Lost Souls.