Papa's App II: Electric Boogaloo

[Papa Fazool]

Steam name: *Papa Fazool*
Age: 15

Character Name: Oliver Jackson
Character Age: 24
Character Corps: UNSC Army (Rangers)
Character Rank: SPC (Specialist, non-NCO E-4)
Planet of Origin: Earth


Personality Description: 1 paragraph minimum Oliver is in heart and soul a loyalist to country and military. He bears traits of staunch obedience and loyalty to those superior in his chain of command. SPC. Jackson is a kind and charitable man, known frequently to donate time, effort, and funding to charities such as hospitals, veteran's organizations and such. A very determined operator, this man is, a take-no-shit motivator on the field who has no patience or tolerance for fuckery in combat. However, his lighter, jokester side can be seen off-duty when he seems to lighten up and lose the facade of toughness. Another facet of his personality is a fierce hatred towards the Insurrection, and a strong will to apparently eradicate them through his tactical skill and infantry combat knowledge. His personality is only slightly marred by cases of PTSD, which are limited and controlled through previous therapy sessions. However, this does not mean Oliver is not completely combat-capable.


Physical Description: 1 paragraph minimum The UNSC Army Specialist wears a forest camo Army BDU, with an Army Ranger tab and patch on the velcro square of his right sleeve, and a UNSC Army 2nd Ranger Battalion patch on his left sleeve velcro patch. He wears a black beret atop his head, with a blue flash, and a Specialist chevron centered on it. His boots are dirty and scuffed, and there is a Specialist patch centered on his BDU jacket.He weighs in at 222 lbs even, and stands at a whopping 6'4". His accent is distinctly Texan. He's white, with brown hair and green eyes, and muscularly built. He has chiseled features, and a clean-shaven face and a nicely buzzed head. His stature is one of authority, his boots and stiff-spined posture make him seem taller than he really is.


Character Bio: 2 paragraph minimum

Delivery Room - Dallas General Hospital - Texas - URNA - 0301 hours - June 4th, 2520

"Push, Hannah! PUSH!" Grunted an Andrew Charles Jackson as his wife sat on the hospital bed, doctors facing her nether-regions, awaiting the birth of the twin children. Practicing breathing exercises learned in birthing classes, Hannah Jackson pushed to get the babies out into the world. Another ten minutes of this passed, inhale, exhale, support from her husband. The woman screamed in pain as the first child came out, quickly followed by the second one. The doctors secured the two children as the young woman, barely 30, sighed in relief. The young man who was her husband was quite emotional, his two children had been brought into the world.The heavy breathing from the woman didn't stop. She barely got her husband's name out, a fearful tone in her voice. The doctors returned in a rush, a nurse ushering the man out quickly.

Third Floor Hallway - Dallas General Hospital - Texas - URNA - Earth - 0321 - June 4th, 2520

Ten minutes passed quickly, the emergency response team leaving the room, saddened expressions adorning their faces. A young doctor, just out of residency, put a hand on Andrew's shoulder. "S-she's gone. Cardiac arrest." Andrew blanched, as the doctor crossed his arms, pinching the bridge of his nose and walking off. Rushing to the door, the man looked in as a nurse pulled a sheet over his deceased wife's body. He broke down, falling to his knees, cursing every deity, every immortal for taking his wife from him so soon, never to see her own children. Sitting against the wall, knees to his chest, for the first time in years, he cried. The young nurse who had delivered his first child sat next to him, consoling him. She stood him up, to lead him to see his children. Two sons. They sat together in incubators in the nursery. So young, unbeknownst to them a war raged on, the Insurgency waging battle against the UNSC and UEG. Little did they know a greater threat loomed over the horizon.

Nursery Ward - Dallas General Hospital - Texas - URNA - Earth - 0730 - June 6th, 2520

Two days since his wife had died. Andrew Jackson stood next to his older sister, looking through the window at the two sons he had created, sleeping together in a crib, huddled together. "What are their names, Andy?" Mary Jackson-Pierce, his sister inquired. "The smaller one is Adam. The big guy there is Oliver." He chuckled, looking, starstruck at his sons. They slept so peacefully. In the last two days, he had met his sons, watched them come into the world... And in the same hour, watch his one true love depart it forever. His sister had come up from Louisiana to help him get back on his feet, take care of the kids. They took them home that day, leaving the hospital, loading the children, in stroller, into the vehicle they had arrived in two days prior. They left the parking lot, the two baby boys asleep.

Suburban Dallas - Texas - URNA - Earth - 0900 - June 4th, 2521

The two children's first birthday. The entire Jackson family had gathered at the small house to see the babies. Oliver was held exclusively by his Grandmother, an old, frail woman. She held him close, looking into his small, twinkly eyes. That would be the one time Oliver met his grandparents, as on the way back to Minnesota, they were killed in a car accident with a UEG National Guard supply truck. The rest of his family he would see infrequently, and they did little to shape his life like his father did. His father, how to describe Andrew Charles Jackson the Third... That man gave his life for his sons. Worked multiple jobs until his dying day to support the dreams of his sons. That man is the prime example of dedication. And his sons inherited that trait from him.

Dallas Channel Five News Station Central Office - Texas - URNA - Earth - 1230 - July 4th, 2525

"Breaking news. UEG Colony of Harvest reports massive explosions rocking their capital cities. This has been labelled by UEG President Ronald Walker as the worst Insurrectionist terror bombing in the history of the war." An Office of Naval Intelligence broadcast covered the cartoon channel the two boys were watching with their father. Little did anyone know..... ONI was watching as something much worse claimed Harvest. The Human-Covenant war was forged in the fires of Harvest.

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Suburban Dallas/The Jackson Residence - Texas - URNA - Earth - 0900 - August 22nd, 2530

Andrew, Adam and Oliver sat on the couch, all holding bowls of cereal, watching the morning news. Andrew watched as the news anchor went on. "UNSC Recruiting stations report a four hundred percent increase in new recruits. Training camps in the United Republic of North America are overloaded for every branch, prompting the UNSC to collaborate with other countries to open seven new training units." Andrew sighed, spooning some frosted corn flakes into his mouth as his sons took over, changing to some cartoon channel. The man took his bowl into the kitchen, when he felt a tug on his shirt. "Daddy, what's a war?" Andrew chuckled, and picked up his son, setting him on the counter, at his eye level. "Well, Ollie. The war is a big fight between people like you and me, and a bunch of mean people who want to hurt us." Oliver seemed a bit scared. "Are they going to hurt us, dad?" The father, graying hair and stress wrinkles hiding his youth, spoke, looking right in his son's eyes. "Listen, Oliver. The Insurrection isn't going to hurt us. I won't let that happen to you or your brother. We're going to be okay."


Central Dallas High School Army JROTC Classroom - Texas - URNA - Earth - 0830 - September 2nd, 2534

"Welcome to the Army Junior Reserve Officer Training Corps. You Freshmen will start as Cadet Private Grade One. You can move up through the ranks, maybe one of you will become the Commanding Officer senior year. But right now, let's get you issued uniforms." The second day of school. Oliver sat in front with First Period, Alpha Platoon. He was issued a uniform, small uniform devices, PT gear. This was Oliver's first chance at a career. A career in the Army. PT two days a week. One inspection a week. Academics centering around a military point of view on politics, science, health. it was the class that would change his life and teach him more than anything else.


Central Dallas High School - Texas - URNA - Earth - 2230 - June 21st, 2538

The graduation party. Oliver and Adam sat in the convertible, their girlfriends with them. The two ladies asked where the men were going after high school. Adam mentioned an art school, and his significant other began crying with excitement. He'd been accepted to her school and they would go together, Oliver answered the question a bit differently. "I ship out for Fort Benning tomorrow morning. I'm in the Army now." As the night progressed, they went to the graduation party. Many hugs were exchanged, goodbyes said, moments shared, tears shed. Oliver was mostly indifferent, having only associated with his Army JROTC commanding officer, being the Cadet Sergeant Major. The party carried on into...

Suburban Dallas - Texas - URNA - Earth - 0020 - June 22nd, 2538.

The Jackson family partygoers returned home to pack. Oliver took only necessities from his room, while Adam was shoving every trinket he owned into a suitcase. A bus arrived outside. Their father hugged them both, teary-eyed, as Oliver hopped on the Army-marked bus with a bunch of other young men, taking one last look at his home. Fort Benning came up quickly, and the men were shuffled off into formation. A Drill Sergeant screaming, heads being shaved. Oliver rejected his one phone call, choosing instead to fall in early, ready for what awaited him. Eight months of grueling physical training, combat tactical learnings, and the dismantling of personality to turn a group of young upstanding gentlemen into warriors.

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A FORT BENNING SOLDIER-IN-THE-MAKING

0500 - Wakey wakey, hands off your snakey, fuckheads! An hour of PT, first thing in the morning, trash cans down the squad bay to awaken the men.

0505 - Those motherfuckers better be on the running track, the guidon bearer front and right. A 45-minute cadence run. Those cadences were obscene, and the air chilly in the early morning.

0550 - It's time to get ready for chow. Get your goddam' BDUs on and line up in the mess for your food.

0600 - Chow time's over. Activity of the day commences. Range day, classroom learning, military history, tactics? Who knows. It's up to the Drill NCO.

1200 - Break from daily activity for lunch.

1230 - Back to it.

2000 - Dinner.

2030 - Dinner's done. Evening formation.

2130 - Free period. Relax in the barracks for an hour. Socialize. Make relationships with your barracks-mates. Build a better team.

2200- Lights out.

Repeat.


Fort Benning - URNA - Earth - February 22nd - 2539

Oliver's graduation ceremony from Basic. The graduating platoons marched past the grandstand in their Class A's, Adam and Andrew up on the bleachers watching. Oliver's credentials with four years of JROTC had him promoted to PFC, Army E-3 at the ceremony. One of ten. That part of his life had ended. He was given his first assignment. First Planetary Defense Battalion, Alpha Company, Platoon One. On the colony of Tosch. Oliver said goodbye to his brother and father, and within the day, was in Slipspace, out of the Milky Way.

UNSC Tel Aviv (Personnel Transport Frigate) - Slipspace, somewhere around Reach - March 1st - 2539.

The freshly promoted PFC sat in the mess, across from another young man from the Luna Officer's Academy, a 2ndLt. The young men made conversation about their assignments. It came to Oliver's attention that he was, by coincidence of fate, speaking to the man who he would be directly subordinate to. Platoon Commander 2ndLt. Donald Fischer. The two men, stepping off the quarterdeck of the ship as it landed on Tosch, were greeted by two men. A Colonel and a Command Sergeant Major. The Sergeant Major moved to pull Oliver away to the rest of the enlisted, but Donald stopped him. "This man's with me, he's my Assistant Platoon Commander, sir." The Colonel nodded his approval, and the men were loaded into a Warthog and transferred to headquarters, where the two recieved orders. They shipped out to the Seryn Garrison, outside the city which bore the same name. It was trenches, dug in a field outside the main road, which held a checkpoint staffed by a Military Provost Corps officer. The men settled in, Donald and Oliver sitting together talking. Donald was from upstate New York, so they had stories to tell. Many of them. But that had to wait. Multiple trucks were rolling in from the prairies and farmland. They had machine guns. The MP waved a 'STOP' flag, but was run over as a truck slammed into the checkpoint, crunching the MP under the wheels. The young Infantryman stood up with his Platoon Commander, opening fire with MA5K Carbines as men in civilian clothing broke out makeshift weapons and opened fire, leaping from the convoy. Oliver had his head on a swivel, watching more trucks pull up from the field, and taking a single shot to execute an Insurgent soldier leaning out of the truck with a rifle pointed at the Lieutenant.

The attack ended after three hours of constant onslaught, Oliver Jackson going a step above the call of duty, running ammunition up and down the trench, at one point coming out of it to drag a wounded man from the brink of death into cover. For his bravery and actions he was given a citation of the Bronze Star for combat bravery.


Seryn Garrison - Tosch - UNSC Space - July 4th, 2542

This was the third year of Oliver's first tour of duty. The young man had been considering a change of scenery. He had picked up an application to join the Army Rangers, the most revered Special Forces in the Army. He brought the application up his chain of command, receiving letters of recommendation citing his tactical credentials, his skill as an infantryman, and his bravery from Colonel Cornwallis, Command Sergeant Major Preston, and Lieutenant Fischer. He sent the application and recommendations to IPAC and waited at his current assignment. It was approved within two weeks. And Oliver departed for training. He took a Slipspace transport back to Earth, to the Ranger Academy, where he would spend six months receiving advanced training in combat, stealth operations, advanced tactics and leadership. His training went by quickly, and he excelled, top of his class. Following training he was deployed on multiple clandestine operations over the continuing months, as a distance-engagement specialist, or Marksman, leading up to

LOCATION CLASSIFIED - December 7th, 2543

"Specialist Jackson, you've been selected for this operation due to your skill on dangerous operations of a secretive nature. Your reputation precedes you, and you're spoken of highly by the board of selection for this mission we'd like you to join. The Galaxy hangs in the balance, Specialist. We want your Marksmanship skills in the field. You'll be deploying with ODSTs, Marines, the Navy and Air Force. Are you up to the task?"

The Naval Intelligence agent, in unmarked uniform, stood over the table across which Oliver sat. She glared at him, as he twisted his beret in his hands, looking her back in her soft blue eyes.

"I was born ready to do anything it takes to protect Humanity, Ma'am. I'm at your disposal."

Following this conversation, the Ranger SPC was written off all known UNSC record and transferred to the Safety in Silence, to join Project Reclamation and put his distance-engagement skills to work hunting SHIVAs.



How did you hear of this Roleplay & Community? Demither.

[Eyecberg]

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Few short things. Early backstory is good and all. However when the Covies attacked Harvets the UEG and UNSC covered it up and people didn't know about 'Aliens' for YEARS.
Annnnnnnnd its called the United Earth Government

Training camps in the United Republic of North America are overloaded for every branch, prompting the UNSC to collaborate with other countries

. Pretty much all countries on Earth combined to form the UEG.

[Papa Fazool]

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Few short things. Early backstory is good and all. However when the Covies attacked Harvets the UEG and UNSC covered it up and people didn't know about 'Aliens' for YEARS.
Annnnnnnnd its called the United Earth Government

Training camps in the United Republic of North America are overloaded for every branch, prompting the UNSC to collaborate with other countries

. Pretty much all countries on Earth combined to form the UEG.

I really like the meme. Thanks for the reminder about the Covenant shit, blanked on it.

However I'd like to call to your attention the existence of the United Republic of North America.

http://halo.wikia.com/wiki/United_Repub ... th_America

It is like how California is a State, but is a part of the greater United States.




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Reworked backstory element about the Covenant attack on Harvest.

[Eyecberg]

I really like the meme. Thanks for the reminder about the Covenant shit, blanked on it.

However I'd like to call to your attention the existence of the United Republic of North America.

http://halo.wikia.com/wiki/United_Repub ... th_America

It is like how California is a State, but is a part of the greater United States.

Use http://www.halopedia.org/
Its far better than halo.wikia.

[Papa Fazool]

I really like the meme. Thanks for the reminder about the Covenant shit, blanked on it.

However I'd like to call to your attention the existence of the United Republic of North America.

http://halo.wikia.com/wiki/United_Repub ... th_America

It is like how California is a State, but is a part of the greater United States.

Use http://www.halopedia.org/
Its far better than halo.wikia.

Your Halopedia URNA site. http://www.halopedia.org/United_Republi ... th_America

[Eyecberg]

App is still pending. Waiting to hear back from other admins.

[Lt. Dan Taylor]

I inquired Snowy on this previously and she gave no objections.

[Eyecberg]

ACCEPTED...