OMFG A S.T.A.R.S. ERA CHRIS!
player.
NAME/HANDLE:
Nicky
PERSONAL JOURNAL:
bloodandbubble
ARE YOU 16 OR OVER?:
last time I checked 32 is over 16
CONTACT:
Aim:notmannotelf, plurk: www.plurk.com/tejinastoybox
OTHER CHARACTERS:
none
CHARACTER NAME:
Chris Redfield
SERIES:
Resident Evil/Biohazard
CANON POINT:
During the Mansion incident (Shortly after he gets separated from the other S.T.A.R.S. but before he runs into Rebecca Chambers.) (Though some of his background I'm stealing from the novelizations by SD Perry)
AGE:
25
APPEARANCE:
Chris is close to six feet tall (5'11") with dark hair cut short and dark eyes. He's physically fit, but more with a build that screams hard work than body building, this is probably because he's still in the mindset from his time in the armed services.
Chris still tends to dress the part wearing green fatigues (Hey those pockets come in handy!).
PREVIOUS GAME HISTORY:
Clean slate!
PERSONALITY:
Chris was born the oldest of two, his sister's six years younger, she's also the only family he has left so he's a bit protective over her (Will shoot to maim or kill anyone who hurts her if she lets him? You bet!). This protectiveness brought on by being a big brother seems to also cover Jill Valentine and Rebecca Chambers to some degree (More so with Rebecca because she’s almost the same age as his sister so he sees more of Claire in her).
When he was in his late teens he joined the Air Force, training as both a pilot (Meaning he's not as dumb as he acts!) and marksman. While he has authority problems (Why else would he have been 'retired' at 23 from the air force without honors?) he doesn't mind working with a tight knit group, which was why he took the job with S.T.A.R.S. when they recruited him. It also gave him a chance to work with Barry again.
Chris was placed in Alphas as their point man, and co-pilot. This team consisted of him, Jill Valentine, Barry Burton, Joseph Frost, and their pilot Brad Vickers. Because the groups worked in tandem with each other they became close like a second family, meaning he knew the Bravos well on and off duty.
When the news of the cannibal killers started up he was contacted by an old friend who disappeared without a trace the night he asked Chris to meet with him. This had Chris start thinking that there might be something going on that the people weren't being told, or maybe it was just too many conspiracy theory mags that he, Joseph and Forest joked about and late night movies playing havoc with his head.
He sees himself as a hero, and sees S.T.A.R.S. as a civilian special ops group dedicated to keeping people safe (Maybe a little naive about it?). Since touching down in the Arklay Mountains and seeing what became of the Bravos he's more dedicated to finding out what's happened to them and putting an end to it, as well as getting the rest of his team back home safely before calling in bigger guns. At least that’s the plan…
ABILITIES:
Military training, he was Air Force before recruited by S.T.A.R.S. He's able to fly fixed wing planes (Sorry no choppers). With his military training he has skills with various weapons (Small arms, knives and larger launchers), hand to hand combat training as well as knife fighting. He’s got great eyesight needing it to be a marksman.
POSSESSIONS:
Clothes
White short sleeved undershirt
green fatigues
green bullet proof vest
combat boots
Weapons
Combat knife
Beretta 92F (Samurai edge) Modified for competition shooting
Extras
two extra clips .9 mill ammo in pockets
two flash grenades
One pack of big red
$19.98 in bills and change
samples.
JOURNAL ENT RY SAMPLE:
Voice record: [There’s snarling and barking in the background and a twig snapping.]
Guess I should try to make this at least sound somewhat official or something.
Damn, I should have thought this out better before I started. Though I’m going to try to keep a log just in case, I don’t think that… Fuck I don’t even know what that thing was that attacked us in the woods was. It looked like a dog, but someone skinned it alive and let it roam free. Put three bullets into it. Jill, Wes and Barry made it inside the old Spencer estate, ended up sitting up here in a tree.
I heard other shots somewhere behind the house. Wonder if it’s one of the missing Bravos. Enrico or Forest probably. Hope like Hell they have Chambers with them. Wouldn’t trust the kid with a gun, but if she’s still alive I’d feel better if she was with one of us. Kid reminds me of Claire.
Barry’ll make sure Jill’s okay until I can get in there. [The small sound of bullets being reloaded into a clip] We should have brought more ammo. I brought three clips, down to fifteen shots, we make it through the night… No all of us will make it, and get back in town. Then I don’t know call in the military or something. Because I don’t think the cannibals are human… [There’s a gunshot] Well one less mutt to deal with.
THIRD-PERSON SAMPLE:
Crap out of ammo in this clip… Chris thought scrambling a moment for options. Scrambling away from the creature he bit back bile, he knew the smell. It had been a while since he had smelled it this thick, but the smell of decaying flesh was something you couldn’t forget. He heard Jill yell for him.
“Get going! I’m right behind you.” He didn’t dare take his eyes off it. That’s when it jumped, Chris could see every muscle bunch in the flash of lightening. The hunting knife was in his hand, the dull side of the blade to his arm, a moment before it took flight, a bullet tearing through its chest, yet still it fell at him.
Chris fell back, only to have the creature disappear…
His world went black for a moment. When he woke the woods were gone. The knife wasn’t in his hand anymore either. Glancing around he saw it just within reach, moving for it he found he was stiff, nothing felt broken at least. He was pretty sure that was a good sign, even though there were some cuts and bruises, nothing too bad at least.
Okay that was a little too fast… He groaned sitting up completely, the knife was in his hand though. He wasn’t going to let it go. He was also going to ignore the ringing from his pocket for the moment. Assess the situation; make sure that dog thing wasn’t around. That took all of a few brief moments as he got to his feet. The area wasn’t secure, but he could see around him, made it better than dealing with the woods at least. The knife slid away to be replaced by his samurai edge, the old clip slid out easily, replaced by one of the spares from his pocket before he dealt with the strange phone that was still ringing. Didn’t look that hard to operate, though he wasn’t sure what make it was.
Hey there’s the button. He answered. “Who’s this?”
NAME/HANDLE:
Nicky
PERSONAL JOURNAL:
bloodandbubble
ARE YOU 16 OR OVER?:
last time I checked 32 is over 16
CONTACT:
Aim:notmannotelf, plurk: www.plurk.com/tejinastoybox
OTHER CHARACTERS:
none
CHARACTER NAME:
Chris Redfield
SERIES:
Resident Evil/Biohazard
CANON POINT:
During the Mansion incident (Shortly after he gets separated from the other S.T.A.R.S. but before he runs into Rebecca Chambers.) (Though some of his background I'm stealing from the novelizations by SD Perry)
AGE:
25
APPEARANCE:
Chris is close to six feet tall (5'11") with dark hair cut short and dark eyes. He's physically fit, but more with a build that screams hard work than body building, this is probably because he's still in the mindset from his time in the armed services.
Chris still tends to dress the part wearing green fatigues (Hey those pockets come in handy!).
PREVIOUS GAME HISTORY:
Clean slate!
PERSONALITY:
Chris was born the oldest of two, his sister's six years younger, she's also the only family he has left so he's a bit protective over her (Will shoot to maim or kill anyone who hurts her if she lets him? You bet!). This protectiveness brought on by being a big brother seems to also cover Jill Valentine and Rebecca Chambers to some degree (More so with Rebecca because she’s almost the same age as his sister so he sees more of Claire in her).
When he was in his late teens he joined the Air Force, training as both a pilot (Meaning he's not as dumb as he acts!) and marksman. While he has authority problems (Why else would he have been 'retired' at 23 from the air force without honors?) he doesn't mind working with a tight knit group, which was why he took the job with S.T.A.R.S. when they recruited him. It also gave him a chance to work with Barry again.
Chris was placed in Alphas as their point man, and co-pilot. This team consisted of him, Jill Valentine, Barry Burton, Joseph Frost, and their pilot Brad Vickers. Because the groups worked in tandem with each other they became close like a second family, meaning he knew the Bravos well on and off duty.
When the news of the cannibal killers started up he was contacted by an old friend who disappeared without a trace the night he asked Chris to meet with him. This had Chris start thinking that there might be something going on that the people weren't being told, or maybe it was just too many conspiracy theory mags that he, Joseph and Forest joked about and late night movies playing havoc with his head.
He sees himself as a hero, and sees S.T.A.R.S. as a civilian special ops group dedicated to keeping people safe (Maybe a little naive about it?). Since touching down in the Arklay Mountains and seeing what became of the Bravos he's more dedicated to finding out what's happened to them and putting an end to it, as well as getting the rest of his team back home safely before calling in bigger guns. At least that’s the plan…
ABILITIES:
Military training, he was Air Force before recruited by S.T.A.R.S. He's able to fly fixed wing planes (Sorry no choppers). With his military training he has skills with various weapons (Small arms, knives and larger launchers), hand to hand combat training as well as knife fighting. He’s got great eyesight needing it to be a marksman.
POSSESSIONS:
Clothes
White short sleeved undershirt
green fatigues
green bullet proof vest
combat boots
Weapons
Combat knife
Beretta 92F (Samurai edge) Modified for competition shooting
Extras
two extra clips .9 mill ammo in pockets
two flash grenades
One pack of big red
$19.98 in bills and change
samples.
JOURNAL ENT RY SAMPLE:
Voice record: [There’s snarling and barking in the background and a twig snapping.]
Guess I should try to make this at least sound somewhat official or something.
Damn, I should have thought this out better before I started. Though I’m going to try to keep a log just in case, I don’t think that… Fuck I don’t even know what that thing was that attacked us in the woods was. It looked like a dog, but someone skinned it alive and let it roam free. Put three bullets into it. Jill, Wes and Barry made it inside the old Spencer estate, ended up sitting up here in a tree.
I heard other shots somewhere behind the house. Wonder if it’s one of the missing Bravos. Enrico or Forest probably. Hope like Hell they have Chambers with them. Wouldn’t trust the kid with a gun, but if she’s still alive I’d feel better if she was with one of us. Kid reminds me of Claire.
Barry’ll make sure Jill’s okay until I can get in there. [The small sound of bullets being reloaded into a clip] We should have brought more ammo. I brought three clips, down to fifteen shots, we make it through the night… No all of us will make it, and get back in town. Then I don’t know call in the military or something. Because I don’t think the cannibals are human… [There’s a gunshot] Well one less mutt to deal with.
THIRD-PERSON SAMPLE:
Crap out of ammo in this clip… Chris thought scrambling a moment for options. Scrambling away from the creature he bit back bile, he knew the smell. It had been a while since he had smelled it this thick, but the smell of decaying flesh was something you couldn’t forget. He heard Jill yell for him.
“Get going! I’m right behind you.” He didn’t dare take his eyes off it. That’s when it jumped, Chris could see every muscle bunch in the flash of lightening. The hunting knife was in his hand, the dull side of the blade to his arm, a moment before it took flight, a bullet tearing through its chest, yet still it fell at him.
Chris fell back, only to have the creature disappear…
His world went black for a moment. When he woke the woods were gone. The knife wasn’t in his hand anymore either. Glancing around he saw it just within reach, moving for it he found he was stiff, nothing felt broken at least. He was pretty sure that was a good sign, even though there were some cuts and bruises, nothing too bad at least.
Okay that was a little too fast… He groaned sitting up completely, the knife was in his hand though. He wasn’t going to let it go. He was also going to ignore the ringing from his pocket for the moment. Assess the situation; make sure that dog thing wasn’t around. That took all of a few brief moments as he got to his feet. The area wasn’t secure, but he could see around him, made it better than dealing with the woods at least. The knife slid away to be replaced by his samurai edge, the old clip slid out easily, replaced by one of the spares from his pocket before he dealt with the strange phone that was still ringing. Didn’t look that hard to operate, though he wasn’t sure what make it was.
Hey there’s the button. He answered. “Who’s this?”