Steam name: isocade
Age: 18 (Eighteen)
Character Name: Stephanie Hill (Records show a legal name change from Nari Hill in the year 2529 done by legal guardian.)
Character Age: 20 (Born June 15th, 2525.)
Character Corps: Marine. (May apply for ODST in the future unless a staff member suggests otherwise.)
Character Rank: Private First Class. (I'd prefer to work my way up in-game in a proper manner unless a staff member suggests otherwise.)
Planet of Origin: Goyang, United Korea, Earth
Personality Description: 1 paragraph minimum
"Half the time, you don't even know she's there. Doesn't have much to say, doesn't speak very often, I'm pretty sure most of the squad doesn't know she exists."
Stephanie Hill carries herself in an independent, aloof and withdrawn state. She is someone who would rather listen and observe than speak up, command, and lead. Others would most likely describe her as anti-social, not in the sense that she avoids people, but in the sense that she doesn't actively interact with and speak with colleagues or try to build connections. At times, it'd seem like she's not there due to her tendency to keep quiet and not give any input, then you'd realize she had been standing there the whole time. This may cause some issues with other soldiers, as relationship building is considered important and plays a key role in making sure everyone gets along.
Despite this, Stephanie does show very high ambitions, and motivation to match these said ambitions. It could be debated that her reason for not being social would be a complete focus on her performance as a Marine, which, according to testing and training, far above-average if nothing else.
Physical Description: 1 paragraph minimum
"You? YOU want to be a Marine? I think they have a height cutoff, lady."
The first thing people notice about Stephanie Hill is the fact that she isn't exactly tall, or even average height. She stands at a small 155 centimeters, or for those using the Imperial system- 5'1. Even for someone from United Korea, this is slightly below-average height. The second is her silence, but that was already covered. Her weight is kept to an optimal 54.4 kilograms, or 120 pounds for those using the Imperial system. Most of this weight being muscle, as Stephanie prefers to keep herself as fit as possible. If ammunition ever runs out, the only thing you have left is physical strength and your intelligence, so it's important to keep both as in shape as possible. She does not have any tattoos, piercings, or other body modifications.
Stephanie's face does not fit her personality and fitness regime. The gentle feminine angles and smooth skin severely contrast her short, dark black hair, which in turn contrast her normally flat green eyes. To fit the regulation standards, she keeps her hair short, occasionally letting it grow out ever so slightly before getting it cut down again. Typically, she dons a blank, generally detached expression on her face, but prefers to keep said expression and face behind a full-face helmet of some sort.
Character Bio: 2 paragraph minimum
"Get that stupid thought out of your head, you're going to end up dead out there. Do you want to end up dead like all those other meat heads? What, you're telling me you don't want to be successful? Is this place not good enough for you?"
Nathan Hill married Dasom Han after having two children with a third child on the way. The third child, Nari Hill, was born in the city of Goyang, United Korea on the planet Earth in the year 2525. During childbirth, Dasom Han unfortunately died due to excessive bleeding. Distraught from this loss, Nathan fell into a deep depression. This depression turned to deep rooted resentment, mixed with an alcoholic tendency- Nathan turned abusive and vicious. He blamed Nari for having caused the death of his loving, beautiful wife. He took the family to New Phoenix in Arizona, hoping to escape the torment that was the memory of his wife, but he couldn't escape it due to seeing her every time he looked at Nari. He underwent a legal process of changing the little girl's name from Nari to Stephanie in an attempt to make her fit in the populace better, with a more "Americanized" name, but it did little to help.
Stephanie Hill grew up in a household that had a steady, hefty income, but she was far from spoiled. Meager meals, typically empty bedroom, not going outside very often. Every day was one in the same. An angry, drunk man telling her all sorts of mean things. "You're garbage", a loud smack. "You're worthless", a second loud smack. A glass shatters, another one is popped open with a thunk. "You'd be better off dead", a third and final smack. Over and over again, pure and feral anger seething from someone she could barely call her own father. This put the same kind of anger inside herself, she didn't want to be garbage, worthless, or better off dead. She wanted to make something of herself. Push herself, prove her father wrong, prove anyone who ever doubted her wrong. She wanted to be the best she could become, no matter what anyone else said. She was determined to make something amazing out of herself. A recruiting drive caught her attention. "The UNSC Marines," the tall man with a chiseled jaw and soft eyes said, "They're the best of the best. They can do anything and become anything, and all they have to do is work hard for it. You can be just like them, you can be one of the few best this galaxy has to offer, you can be a Marine." The most shocking part was that she wasn't hit at the end of the conversation. She had stars in her eyes for the first time in her life. She had something to finally look forward to.
What of her siblings? Her two older siblings? Her two older brothers? They lived at home just like she did, but were treated much better. Jared Hill and Damian Hill. Both of them eight years older than their little sister. They, much like Nathan, blamed Stephanie for the death of their sweet lovely mother, and as a result treated her rough. Physical bullying, verbal embarrassment, constant disrespect and utter hatred. "I hate you, you're the reason Mom isn't here anymore! She left because of you!", was a very common thing for them to yell at their younger sibling. "Stop crying, you're so annoying!", a loud smack. "Grow up already!", they'd push her into the table, knocking something over and making Dad angry again. One day, Dad intervened. Two loud smacks. "If you're going to hit her, at least make sure it keeps her mouth shut." He said sternly. The boys cried. The girl cried. No one was happy with the hand of cards they were dealt.
Stephanie Hill looked up the military as both an escape from her abusive life and an opportunity to become the best in not only the world, but many, many other worlds. A chance to outshine and outperform anyone and everyone. She expressed a very strong want to join the UNSC Marine Corps, which was quickly shot down by her father, of course. "Are you stupid?! Do you want to die out there for nothing like all those idiots are?" He'd yell at her, raising his hand against her. "All these people think they're doing the right thing-!" He hit her again. "-going out and trying to fight these things, these aliens, these rebels, but everyday they just die!" He hit her again. "How many times have they been successful out there? How many times have YOU been successful?" He hit her again. "How many times do I have to say this until you listen, damn it?!" He finishes, not hitting her, but instead breathing ragged like an animal. He was right. She never was successful in much, at least not from his perspective. Who was she going to support with that kind of logic? The monster who is as alien to her as the Covenant are to humanity, or the tall, handsome man who told her that she could do anything if she tried hard enough? This merely fueled her need for escape. At the age of eighteen, she managed to finally wiggle her way out of a place she barely knew as home, and travel a city she barely knew as home, all to join into a military she would come to know as home. She graduated basic training under MOS 0311, infantry, and began on a deployment immediately.
(From this point on, I came up with various scenarios and battles to which Stephanie has been in, as I was told this was allowed seeing as how it's a large universe and there's very little detail on UNSC Marine based battles in 2544.)
First encounter, a boarding party on the UNSC Stalwart-class "Artemis". Just when you thought the giant box in the sky was safe, the Covenant come to prove you wrong. Battle simulations don't prepare you as much as you'd like for the real viscera, the real gore, the real blood of Covenant or of your colleagues. You don't put a name to the Covenant or to the filthy Insurrectionists, because you can't put a name to them. You can't learn about them on a personal level, you fight them and learn about them on a combat level. You can learn about your fellow Marines on a personal level, on a non-combat level. To see the same person you had previously seen being a living, breathing, happy human being now laying down on the once clean floor, in a pool of their own blood, to see their clean uniform and untouched skin fused together and gnarled due to a plasma burst, it doesn't do good things to you or anyone around you. Bullets flew from the MA5B, the bullet-hose of an assault rifle. Inaccurate, full of bitter anger, for those who can't pull the trigger anymore. These inaccurate shots prove useless, much like she proved to be in the past. A vicious kick to the torso sends her back. Elite Minor, they call these blue Predator-esque creatures. She couldn't honestly believe she, after all this time, was about to be taken out by something considered sub-par by the Covenant military. BANG! The eight-gauge goes off. Lance Corporal Alan Riker coming to save the day, a second BANG ignites the room much to the dismay of any exposed eardrums, destroying the Elite Minor in a storm of buckshot hellfire. Stephanie returns to her feet, unscathed? No, far from it. Does she call in sick? No, far from it. With the blunt trauma sustained to the torso, she continues forward in a now, much more level-headed attempt to assist those who are in need. Aimed, controlled, short bursts prove successful, as expected. Meticulous detail to targeted body parts pay off in the long run. Two, four, six, eight, ten Unggoy. Two, three Sanghelli "Minor". One "Major". It's nothing to brag about. The boarding party was defeated, and very little of it had to do with her, or so she thinks. To the triage she goes for treatment, bruised ribs and a hyper-extended elbow. The little one waits patiently, giving her time to think of what she could've done differently. She soon develops an idea of having a plan for everything, and being prepared for everything, at all times. Treatment goes well, off she goes to be a good Marine once again.
Second encounter. Gone are the days of not being prepared, in are the days of being in full kit and on standby at all times. You never know when you're going to need to fight, you never know when the Covenant are going to strike, you never know when you're going to be sent down. One week after discharge, into the fire she goes down to the surface of Sigma Cantare, a sweltering heavy-industry planet rich with minerals, and a prime target for Covenant. Silence, silence, and more silence. More silence than she could ever want for, then finally one day- A boop, a blip rather, a discrepancy in the radar. Something is blocking the sun, casting a large shadow over the landscape. It's not a cloud, it's not the moon, it's a Covenant battlecruiser, something the eggheads might call a "CCS-class". This colossus of a ship loomed over, ominous in both nature and intent. Stephanie however, this time, was prepared. The troop transports came down, the aircraft attacked, the land vehicles deployed- And she was prepared for at least the infantry. Unggoy, Sanghelli, Kig-Yar. All of them came, and all of them were felled in battle. Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five Unggoy. Two, four Sanghelli. Two, three Kig-yar. Not shabby. Not expert, either. Marines kill much more than just a meager handful of creatures, they eliminate entire battalions, sometimes companies of troops at a time, don't they? That's what she was always told, and that's definitely what she always believed. Call it ignorance, call it ambitious- One day she dreamed of being the Marine to wipe out an attacking force in long, hard-fought battle of tactics and firepower. No injury, no mark to show she was involved in it. Another happy little dot marked onto the record, another official combat deployment added to the books. It was a success, albeit a minor one in her eyes. Two under the belt, and many, many more to go. Returning to the UNSC "Artemis", she was offered a promotion for experience in the field. Being rewarded for doing a good job, being rewarded for being good. She couldn't believe it. Did she accept it? Absolutely. Now a Private First Class, her career continued.
Things came to head when attention was turned to Miridem, in which Stephanie participated in as a simple infantry fighter during the Battle of Miridem. There isn't much information on the Battle of Miridem available to the public eye for a reason. An absolute stomping of a greater and more powerful UNSC force, due to superior tactics deployed by the Covenant. Stephanie once more found herself in combat, and once more found herself fighting not just for honor and glory, but for her life and more importantly, the lives of others around her. The most violent battle she found herself in, with much blood being spilled of her colleagues and much blood being spilled of the filthy alien beings. The Uggnoy and the Sanghelli lined the battlefields all the same as the Marines and 14th Infantry Division. One misdirected friendly fire incident, or maybe not misdirected. One shot, one less kidney, one severe body reaction, one badly incapacitated Marine. What good is a Marine if they can't fight, even injured? Willpower overcomes pain temporarily, but not enough. Bullets fly from the hose, but none of them are worth the effort. An unknown savior in black, an odd helmet with a strange white stripe. Many more just like it, other soldiers in different armor, in better armor, being better soldiers. This couldn't happen, she couldn't allow herself to be outdone, but she does anyway, it's not worth fighting your own colleagues. White pauldron details, white helmet stripe. They fought and killed many, and were killed in many numbers. Red pauldron detail and red helmet stripe, they carried her from the brimstone of the beast in the sky and into their own beast in the sky. Into the triage she goes, into surgery she goes, medical science saves her kidney either be it through donation or a miracle- The incision scars suggest the former. Months of recovery time, months of boredom, months to think over what she did right and what she did wrong. One day, the red stripe and pauldron showed up again, a tall man in dark armor with a strange helmet. He removes it. He's worn and scarred from years of battle. His blue eyes show no hope for the future, but his expression and voice says otherwise. "I'm glad to see you made it. Not many others did." They spoke for a while, something Stephanie rarely does at all. She learned of the fabled Helljumpers, those who ride comets down to the surface and emerge unscathed, bringing death and pain to those who oppose the UNSC. The Orbital Drop Shock Troopers. Her new heroes, the ones she looked up to, literally and figuratively, but ultimately anticipating their arrival on every battlefield from there-on. The training is intense, the combat even more intense. She became unsure if she could become one of them, one of the best of the best, one of the suicide divers, one of the Helljumpers, one of the legendary and feared ODST units. She had a new aspiration to look forward to.
How did you hear of this Roleplay & Community? I went onto a HL2RP Outland server and began speaking to them about various roleplay schemas, and brought up how there are very little Halo RP servers that are worth time. http://steamcommunity.com/id/DrHobbes Ethan had redirected me to visit this community and check it out, saying that it's pretty good. I said I'd check it out, and here I am. I'd like to express my thanks for him showing me this opportunity.
isocade's Application
Got it. I'll get to editing and lore checking.ethan wrote:Just a FYI per the lore, they don't want complete rookies due to the nature of the mission (more in-depth special operations under ONI). I'd have at least one combat deployment under your belt character wise.
Added an extensive amount of information in the character bio section about prior engagements and battles- Unfortunately there isn't much to work with in the year 2544 so I had to create battles and engagements of my own. I hope this is acceptable. I also changed the rank to work with the character bio section, and I also hope that too is acceptable.
Many thanks to Ethan and Lt Dan Taylor for guiding and assisting me on improving the application.
Many thanks to Ethan and Lt Dan Taylor for guiding and assisting me on improving the application.
