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XCOM Role Play Season 4: Enemy Within [RECRUITMENT CENTRE]

Discussion in 'ChristopherOdd Video Discussion' started by ChristopherOdd, Dec 4, 2013.

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  1. Diamondust332

    Diamondust332 New Member

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    First Name: Alexander
    Last Name: Fizzlebeef
    Gender: Male
    Date of birth: January 15, 1982
    Physical Description:
    -Shave hair almost bald.
    -Dark brown eyes.
    -190 lbs. and 6'7'' hight
    Biographical synopsis:
    Born in Milwaukee, Wisconsin Alexander was an ordinary boy, had a ordinary life, but there was one problem in his school years... He wanted to become a pilot but all the teacher that gave him class through out the years said that he had "great potential" and he shouldn't waist that.The teachers suggested that he should become a doctor or a scientific something to change the world, but he ignored them and entered college and became a pilot. He worked on a public airport company for 2 years before finding his future wife, Stephanie, who work always inside every airplane he was. They got married 2 years later and continued they happy like even at work, until one day... 5 men hijack the airplane were there were. It was chaos and in the end 29 persons died including his wife, before the criminals got arrested. Without no one else Alex almost lost his sanity, but in a though life, he knew the only thing he could do now. He quit his job and went to Air force for 4 years and in the army for3 years before someone offered him the X-com project.
    (Can be placed as a soldier or pilot position.)
    Pledge: I have, on this day, voluntarily enlisted myself, as an elite military soldier, in the X-COM special forces. I am giving myself, unconditionally, to the cause. I do bind myself to conform, in all instances, to such rules and regulations, as set forth by my supreme commander ChristopherOdd. I trust him with my life. And by taking this oath, I realize, I may ultimately lose something while defending the planetary systems. My life.
     
  2. PrinceZarek

    PrinceZarek Active Member

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    First Name: Arsène
    Last Name: Lamarque
    Gender: Male
    Nickname: Lynx

    Nationality:
    American-Canadian

    Date of Birth
    11/5/1978
    Birthplace: Gatineau, Quebec, Canada


    Biographical Synopsis: The son of a Vietnam War draft dodger and a Canadian anti-war activist. His father escaped onto Canadian soil in 1972, eventually settling down and started a family. He eventually gained Canadian citizenship and took the surname Lamarque in honor of the Napoleonic War hero of the same name. He refused to return to the United States, even when President Jimmy Carter offered a pardon to all those who fled the United States in opposition to the draft. He instilled in his son the idea of fighting for the right cause. Arsène took these lessons to heart, and when he turned 18, he joined the French Foreign Legion, taking part in operations in Congo and Central African Republic, serving with distinction. After his five years in the Legion were up, he turned down a officers commission and became a mercenary, which was quite lucrative in the post 9/11 world. He escorted convoys in Afghanistan, acted as a bodyguard for many Afghan tribal leaders and other VIPs, and also took part in many conflicts and civil wars across the globe. More recently, he took action in Libya and Syria, training rebel fighters, and as a go-between for the rebel leaders and Western nations.

    Language Proficiency: English (fluent), French (fluent), Spanish (fluent), Arabic (good)

    Known Relatives: John Lamarque (father-alive; Professor at Concordia University), Estelle Lamarque (mother-deceased; lymphoma ), Marius Lamarque (brother-deceased; French Army, KIA in Afghanistan, Uzbin Valley Ambush), Erik Lamarque (brother-alive, Interpol), (Cécile Lamarque (sister-alive; scientist at
    CERN)

    XCOM Recruitment Officer Notes:
    We found the individual on a beach in Cuba. After making an offer to Mr. Lamarque, he initially refused, saying "I have a policy of not working for international organizations, what makes XCOM so different?" After telling Mr. Lamarque of XCOM's purpose, he retracted his previous statement. "Now THAT is a group I'd be willing to fight for any day, where do I sign up?" We gave Mr. Lamarque instructions on how to find XCOM HQ for the application process and screening. He told us he would head there immediately... after finishing his drink, of course.

    Psychological Profile:
    The subject shows a innate desire to protect his fellow soldiers, as seen in the simulations thus far. He also has a tendency to charge headfirst into battle and is often the last one to leave the battlefield, making sure all of his comrades are safe and secure first. He also refuses to talk about some of the assignments he took as a mercenary. It is safe to assume that they are emotionally charged and the subject doesn't want to bring them back up. He also deflects a lot of issues with humor, but he does know when the time calls for seriousness, not levity. He seems to be distrustful of government agencies, but once trust has been built, his loyalty is unwavering.


    Pledge:
    "I have, on this day, voluntarily enlisted myself, as an elite military soldier, in the X-COM special forces. I am giving myself, unconditionally, to the cause. I do bind myself to conform, in all instances, to such rules and regulations, as set forth by my supreme commander ChristopherOdd. I trust him with my life. And by taking this oath, I realize, I may ultimately lose something while defending the planetary systems. My life."
     
  3. Cpt. Lokken's Moustache

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    First Name: Tariq

    Last Name: Hassan

    Gender: Male

    Biographical Synopsis:


    It was 5:30 AM when he jolted awake, a silent rasp grinding its way out of his throat. It had been years since he'd woke screaming, but he wouldn't hesitate to say that this was worse. The dream was the same as always- bodies burning, explosions tearing into his squad. He closed his eyes, clenched his jaw. Close enough to dawn, anyway. He wrenched himself out of bed, drew a glass of cold water from the sink, and set out his prayer mat. Time to start the day.


    At 48 years old, Tariq Hassan was living in uncomfortable semiretirement five miles out of Paris. It had been more than a decade since the Republican Guard was disbanded, and he'd left Iraq with his wife and then-young son. Now his wife was gone, his son was a father of two, and Tariq himself was quietly eating cheerios in the kitchen. His daughter-in-law was the only other person awake, already working on preparing a goose for dinner that night. He enjoyed the quiet of the morning twilight, and Marie's gentle humming from the counter did nothing to disturb his tranquility. The pair of sharp knocks on the back door, however, did.


    Anyone visiting the house at this early hour would be unusual. Coming straight to the back instead of using the doorbell was enough to set Tariq on edge. The time of morning was enough to set him into action. In a hushed voice he said "Go upstairs. If you hear anything, call the police. Don't make noise, don't question, just move." Marie went pale as a sheet, but to her credit she listened and slipped off immediately, moved by the urgency in his voice. Alone in the kitchen now, he pulled open a nearby drawer and withdrew a revolver. As he loaded it the visitor repeated the same double knock, a bit louder.


    He drew into a tight crouch behind the counter, gun in one hand and grabbed an empty baster from the counter. Using it to extend his reach he cautiously tugged the curtain aside, allowing himself an inch of sight through the back door's window. What he saw floored him. Major Michael Kessler was standing at his door. Not the enemy he'd expected.


    It took him almost a full minute to decide what to do about the man in his backyard. There was no point, he told himself, in running. If this were a business call, there would have been more than just one soldier. Resolved, he drew himself up, steeled his nerves and opened the door. Kessler's hand was drawn back, ready to knock a third time. "Come in." Hassan grunted, turning before the other man could even revert to a more natural posture. He ducked into the next room and called up the stairs "Everything's fine, but stay up there please." He did his best to keep his voice down- no sense waking the children.


    Returning to the kitchen, Tariq found that the other man had closed the door behind him, and made himself comfortable at the table, sitting ramrod straight in the chair Tariq himself had previously occupied. Taking the seat across from the Major, the older man drew his expression into blankness, and set the gun down on the table. Kessler surely noticed it, but he made no move in response. For almost three minutes, the men stared at one another, until finally the outsider spoke. "You're needed." He was speaking Arabic. He'd never been one to consider others' comfort before- today was full of surprises.


    "The Americans need me?" Hassan chuckled bitterly. He reached out to the same drawer from which he'd drawn the gun, and grabbed a cigarette. It was a habit he'd picked up at University, dropped when his son was born, and reacquired in the absence of his wife. He lit it. He did not offer one to Major Kessler.


    "No. Not America. I'm representing a more... meaningful cause, these days." Kessler's brow tightened as he spoke.


    "And I thought you said there was no such thing as a former Marine." Tariq's eye glinted as he saw the other man's expression tighten into a glare.

    "That hasn't changed. It's not related to my current affiliation." Kessler's breathing was a bit sharper and he was clearly reigning himself in, but within moments he'd pulled a mask of calm back into place. "This organization needs you." he repeated.

    "And why would I want to come work for a man who ran me out of my home?" he was leaning forward now. He'd always dreamed of a situation where he'd be the one with the leverage against Kessler.

    "Why a butcher like you would-" Kessler snarled, bending forward as well, inches away from Hassan's face. He caught himself again. Visibly straightened. Returned to an upright, seated position. "You wouldn't be working for me. You wouldn't even be working with me. I'm just here to give you the recruitment pitch."

    A dark smirk accompanied the response, "And you've given it. I decline. Please leave." The older man stood, an outstretched arm indicated the door.

    Kessler stood, but did so slowly, and spoke as he rose. "It's your choice, Colonel Hassan. But if you decline, I can't be responsible for the consequences that may befall you." He cocked his head "Or your family."

    The colonel was upon him in a flash, gun back in his hand, pressed to his foe's temple. "Fuck you, Michael." He spoke English now, not as a courtesy. "If you ever threaten my family again I'll kill you myself. Don't doubt it."

    Kessler stayed still a moment before pulling himself backwards, breaking the hold on his arm. "If I doubted you could, I wouldn't be here. I saw you at the range yesterday." Hassan's expression darkened, but the American continued "I'm not the threat here. Just watch the news tonight. And give me a call when you're ready." He turned, depositing a business card on the kitchen counter as he stormed out the back door. He never glanced back at the pistol still trained on him.

    Tariq Hassan held his position in that kitchen for several more days, gun still raised- the clock on the wall argued that it was only a few seconds. Finally he let himself collapse into a nearby chair, and exhaled heavily. His hand began to shake. He didn't know why Kessler was here now, but he was going to find out. He had a few markers he could call in. No matter what, though, there was no way in hell he was going to participate in... whatever it was that would send a man like Kessler to recruit him.


    Sixteen hours later, he was packing his bags. He did so hate being wrong.


    Education: 4 year degree in Organic Chemistry at the Sorbonne. Partially completed post-graduate research, interrupted by military service.

    Languages: Arabic, French, English

    Military Experience: 25 years served in the Iraqi Republican Guard. Mission history fully redacted.



    Pledge: I have, on this day, voluntarily enlisted myself, as an elite military soldier, in the X-COM special forces. I am giving myself, unconditionally, to the cause. I do bind myself to conform, in all instances, to such rules and regulations, as set forth by my supreme commander ChristopherOdd. I trust him with my life. And by taking this oath, I realize, I may ultimately lose something while defending the planetary systems. My humanity. My life.
     
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