Soviet Seagull's Marine Application

[SovietSeagull]

Steam name: *SovietSeagull*
Age: 18

Character Name: Lionel Bellamy
Character Age: 20
Character Corps: Marine
Character Rank: Pvt.
Planet of Origin: Earth


Personality Description: 1 paragraph minimum
Lionel is a usually a level headed person despite his relative youth however the caveat to this is that his level headedness only extends as far as his temperament and nerve does. He's been branded as a coward however he prefers the term realist. Someone has to lose the war. Someone will win the war. People will die whilst it's happening. Why should it be Lionel? Lionel loses his nerve easily. Never angering at people however falling back on his baser instincts when confronted with danger. This has lead to him falling back upon fight and flight usually resulting in the whisp of a boy fleeing past screaming instructors as he ditches his rifle and his attempts to get his gear off on his run back towards wherever his frantic and overheating mind deems safe. Lionel has reined this in over several live fire excercises. Lionel doesn't believe in any gods untill bullets whizz overhead. He'll pray to anyone or anything that's listening.

Physical Description: 1 paragraph minimum
Lionel is a slender man of around 5ft 11' weighing in at 70kg. Lionel is clean shaven with patches of red razor burn at the bottom of his neck and on occasion along the line of his quite firm looking jaw. His eyebrows are bushy and uneven as if lined by a razor or cut at random blindly. He shaves his bushy hair down to his scalp into a high and tight buzzcut for reasons of personal preference. Lionel speaks with a relatively mellow voice until confronted whereupon his voice takes on a much higher or naive tone. He has one tattoo. On his left hand there is a small indian ink tattoo which sits in the crator of a scab left after a night out drinking with friends when he had scraped his nickname into his hand "Bill" it had been scrawled into the skin between his thumb and finger. Looking at it in the bath that night he decided that his mother would kill him. He went at it with a set of nail clippers and some bleach. Removing most of it. It is now so faded it looks like a blotch of purplish-black skin. He has three holes in his right ear from where there once was peircings before he had taken them out after they caught the helmet strap as he pulled it off in terror.

Character Bio: 2 paragraph minimum
Lionel "Bill" Bellamy was born on Earth to a set of rather strict and well off parents. Lionel grew up turbulently. Relentless mocking from peers about his "Girls name" had knocked his confidence despite his insistance that "Lionel" had always been a man's name like his father had told him when he had returned home looking defeated. Lionel, or Bill to everyone but his mother and people attempting to mock him was a complete washout. His confidence was non existant. He mumbled when he spoke. He chewed his fingernails. When his fingernails were at the roots he chewed the skin on his fingers. When those were bloody and raw he tore skin from the insides of his mouth.

Lionel was unable, Unsurprisingly to get a job at all. He wandered from room to room in his house doing nothing in particular except filling time between meals and bed. However one day he was shaving his patchy and burnt neck in the mirror and he caught a glimpse of his true self. He saw himself as a coward. He set about that day improving himself. He found a secluded area and screamed at the top of his boyish voice at nothing in particular trying to envoke something that would scare someone. He however only startled a few birds and went home feeling quite pumped despite his failures. Situps, pushups, morning runs, mid-day runs, late evening runs. This became his day to day. He began to feel certain of himself. His fingernails regrew, the skin on the sides of his fingers regrew, his mouth didn't sting when he drank something acidic. He was in the best form of his life and decided to act upon it. He joined the armoured corps. Reasoning with himself that a large hulking metal beast would be the safest place on the battlefield.

He found the inside of a tank much like the inside of a church. The soft red light reminded him of a sanctuary lamp. If the tank was a church then he was a preist. He had a simple yet vital work like a priest had. He sat on a padded stool with shells to his left and right and when requested would dispense the shell required for the task. Much like a priest choosing the appropriate prayer. This is how he put it to himself in his head. Really. It was safe and boring. Lionel up the back.

He soon realised on his first long excercise that involved being closed down for 24 hours and unable to take frequent fresh air or toilet breaks that it was infact anything but boring and safe. The gas from the gun as it fired, the horrid ringing in his chest as the gun recoiled scarily close, the roar of the engine, the suffocating walls, the ping and screech of projectiles hitting the armour. He lost his nerve after a fire order came through. He lifted the requested shell, after a small burst of small arms fire tinkling on the hull and a heavy bump resulting in his head being slammed against the turret hull he squealed and dropped the shell, resulting in valuable seconds being lost. He wasn't cut out for it. At all. The tank he found solace in was now a suffocating coffin filled with fumes and more importantly things trying to kill him before the enemy could. He then reasoned that a tank was one entity with four lives inside. A coffin for four brothers. One infantry man was smaller and less important to kill. Lionel transferred out and enlisted as a marine. Reasoning that most of the time would be spent aboard a large and safe ship travelling to deployment locations. Paradise. When bullets did begin flying he'd be so unimportant he'd not be worth shooting. Who targets a private anyway?

Lionel reasoned with himself as he stood with his rifle in his hand that his previous tank was at least 30 times larger than himself so therefor he was 30 times less likely to be hit now. Safety. After a few patches of shaking so severely that he would misfire or drop his weapon, Lionel found he was a somewhat accurate shot. He could fire tight groups under lab conditions with little pressure on his usually sweat drenched head. Lionel found that he could in fact keep it together to a sufficient degree to pass as a marine aboard a large ship like he had planned. Lionel excelled however at patrols. His careful and often shaking head would spot things moving in the bush and undergrowth. His shaking legs and knees hidden under his BDU as he stood and screamed "HALT" before throwing himself onto the ground and opening up with somewhat accurate fire on the positions of the once moving objects. Lionel excelled in other areas. He was alive. Therefor he excelled in self preservation. His regard for his own safety was so high infact that all others fell by the wayside. His mistrust in the other's skills resulted in him attempting to pick up the slack. He would take duties that were not his so as to ensure they were done to his standard, this brought him both stress and solace. His superiors mistook it for him caring deeply for his duties which was not true. He cared for his own life paramount.

How did you hear of this Roleplay & Community?I got into roleplay about 4 years ago. I joined a random fallout roleplay server and just stuck to it. Isocade and Lestrade are friends of mine i've been playing with for about 2-2 and a half years now. They spoke highly of the community. I would like to try it.

[Lt. Dan Taylor]

Okay, I read the app in the entirety and while it's a pretty well-written character with a good attention to detail and a fluid course of which he became a Marine, I don't know why'd he really be in a higher-level ONI team. I don't want to deny you at all, so maybe.. Mend his service record? Until any edit goes through it'll be put to pending.

[SovietSeagull]

Mend as in remove the fact he's scared and shows it?
Or put in some shit to counteract it?

[Lt. Dan Taylor]

Mend as in remove the fact he's scared and shows it?
Or put in some shit to counteract it?

I'd say you shouldn't neuter your character because he has to be some hardass, I'd just say he didn't attempt to flee from active combat, and maybe have him at one point sorta,, shine? I'm just saying if he tried to run while in that tank like his career is over.

[SovietSeagull]

I get you. Will try work around it.

[SovietSeagull]

Removed the running. Replaced it with quite normal reactions to stress and combat. Removed the trying to clamber out of a closed down tank for an error. Added a few parts at the end about how his nerves might make him somewhat useful.

[Lt. Dan Taylor]

cooL!

you did it

adding you to roster