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I. PLAYER INFORMATION
Name: Chi
Are you over the age of 16: [Y]
LiveJournal: sedately
E-MAIL: isthismymadness@gmail.com
OTHER: plurk: sedately ; aim: boomsticking
II. CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Terrence Sweetwater
Canon: Battlefield: Bad Company
Timeline: Acta non Verba, the second campaign.
History: This is B-Company, the 222nd army battalion and home to
the troublemakers and insubordinates that just aren't cut out for any
other place in the army. It's a mismatched bunch that serves as cannon
fodder because the other units would be much too expensive to waste.
No one is expected to have a long life in this group and it's not
something one ought to be proud of. It's a punishment that no one
signs up for. Just a quick way to get rid of the fuck ups.
So yeah. Welcome to Bad Company.
B-Company consists of Private Preston Marlowe (who damaged a
helicopter he took for a joy-ride and a General's limousine), Private
George Gordon Haggard Hr. (who blew up the biggest ammo dump east of
Paris), Sergeant Samuel D. Redford (who actually did willingly
transfer into B-Company because it was a quick way to get early
retirement), and finally, Private Terrence Sweetwater who uploaded a
virus onto a military network but protests that he doesn't know how it
happened.
The game begins with B-Company being brought into the front lines via
helicopter. After an artillery barrage takes care of the convoy, along
with the truck that happens to be giving B-Company a lift, they're
sent to take care of an artillery spot used by Russians. After that,
they have to use the enemy weapons to take care of incoming vehicles
attacking a new convoy and then B-Company is sent to a Russian
occupied farm to clear it out only to have the helicopter coming to
pick them up shot down by anti-aircraft fire. You rarely ever get a
break in Bad Company, such is the life of being cannon fodder.
Just barely escaping more trouble, the squad has to destroy some radio
jammers so an air-strike can pass, but even after that, their job
isn't finished yet. After that, B-Company has to clear out some
artillery guns and finally, our real story begins. They encounter
mercenaries and it's there that Sweetwater points out Legionnaires get
paid in gold bars, which sparks Private Haggard's interest...
especially after he finds a gold bar on a body.
Sweetwater has to listen to Haggard talk about the gold almost nonstop
and answer questions about it, which he does because, hey, he's
excited too. He just didn't expect Haggard to single-handedly invade a
neutral country, Sedaristan, on a gold hunt. Sweetwater and the others
have to catch up to him and try to save his ass, none too pleased with
Haggard's rash action. Redford really gives him a earful but despite
it, he takes the blame when their dispatch officer, Mike-one-Juliet
(a.k.a. Miss July... a.k.a. Sweetwater's wet dream) contacts him and
demands to know who's responsible. Redford says it was his idea to
wipe out a potential threat, but he still gets court-martialed and his
call of duty is brought back up to twelve months instead of three days
like he'd been at prior. After his anger dies down, Redford agrees
that they'll go after the gold.
So here they are, AWOL and destroying transmission towers to cover
their tracks. Sweetwater and Haggard bicker like an old married
couple, Sweetwater unhappy that he was dragged into danger, but kind
of stuck for now.
So they go through Serdaristan and just when they're about to reach a
ship full of LEgionnaire gold, the U.S. army captures them. Instead of
sending them straight to prison, the army makes a deal. The dictator
of Serdaristan, Zavomir Serdar, has been suspected of involvement in
both sides of the war despite the fact that the country is neutral. If
Bad Company captures Serdar, they agree to drop the charges. B-Company
agrees, so it's off to another mission. They fight their way in and
capture Serdar, but when Redford calls for a evac chopper...
unfortunately, the army abandoned them. The group had officially went
AWOL, meaning that the U.S. had no liability for their actions.
Learning Serdar has a helicopter (and that his country was taken from
him by the Legionnaire for services he hadn't been able to pay for, no
less!), they take it and get out on their own.
When is anything ever that easy on them though? Their helicopter is
shot down near Russia somewhere and Preston wakes up alone. He has to
search for the rest of his group with the help of Miss July.
Eventually, he reaches a monastery where the rest of his squad escaped
to after the crash, but unfortunately Serdar was captured. They save
him from execution at the hands of the Legionnaires and manage to
escape in a boat. They leave Serdar on a small and isolated island
since he pleads for exile. After that, the squad arrives in Sadiz--an
unfinished city somewhere on the Caspian Sea. On the beach, they spot
the same ship that had the mercenary gold in Serdaristan. Advancing
past the resistance and learning the U.S. army is mounting an
offensive, B-company is worried about competition for gold.
Slowing the army by blowing up two bridges they were going to cross,
the squad reaches a gold filled garage and are attacked by a
Legionnaire helicopter, the same one that took them down at
Serdaristan's border. So, you know, it's a good thing Preston shoots
that bastard down so they can get right back to that garage...
except the army is loading it into trucks. Ready to accept their
defeat, they start to leave but are spotted by a commanding officer.
Preston convinces him that they've been scouting the area and are then
ordered to help with the trucks full of 'scrap metal', or rather, the
gold. The squad helps and joins a convoy of trucks, eventually veering
off in their own direction after awhile.
Finally, they've got their gold.
Personality: Terrence Sweetwater is the brains of the group. He joined
the army as a way to get a scholarship for college. He scored 1500 on
his SATs and now has no idea why thought it was a good idea to join up
with the army in the first place... he wasn’t made for the front lines
simply put. He thought with his smarts, he’d be working elsewhere, not
given a gun and told to get his ass blown off.
So he might not be the bravest guy out there, but he doesn’t abandon
his squad even if they are putting themselves in harm’s way against a
stupidly big number of enemies as he points out and going AWOL for a
gold hunt. He can’t lie, he kind of wanted that gold too... but he can
use Haggard as a convenient excuse for why he’s in this situation.
Sweetwater loves to whine. Whine, whine, whine. He’s the best there is
at it. He loves to complain because he’s cannon fodder for the damn
military and wishes he was applying to get his MIT instead. Or, you
know, on a date with Mike-one-Juliet, their dispatch officer, who has
to be a knockout according to Sweetwater because of that voice.
Unfortunately, we never even see what she looks like...
Private Haggard, their demolitions expert, is probably one of his good
friends in B-Company for whatever reason. They bicker like two old
married people, like to tease and egg each other on, but they pal
around occasionally. Haggard mentions that Sweetwater is like a little
brother to him, that he has to look after... he just doesn’t think
he’ll live long in B-Company though.
Sweetwater, despite being the most intelligent of the group, is still
kind of immature and goofy--not above participating in pull-my-finger
jokes with Haggard.
Oh. He also loves to talk. He can talk your ear off all day if you let
him. Just won’t shut up. He loves to share whatever trivia he has in
that head of his, whether it’s about mercenary gold or why it rains
frogs sometimes.
He also has a bit of a potty mouth and a New Jersey accent, Haggard
referring to him as CSI New Jersey teasingly.
Retained Abilities: Trained military soldier right here. He uses a
light/medium machinegun and serves as the squad’s automatic rifleman.
III. SAMPLES
First Person Sample: What I wouldn't give to be behind a nice, safe computer right now. [Sweetwater looks around, letting out a sigh as he adjusts his glasses.]
Actually, ya know, I'd even take getting bombed to this right now. I mean, I feel like I walked into a bad bad fucking horror movie. I never thought I'd worry about getting bit or getting turned into someone's dinner instead of getting blown to smithereens!
Third Person Sample: Sometimes when he was tired and hungry and filthy as
hell, Sweetwater wondered why he ever joined up in the first place...
there were other scholarships to be had, there were other ways. He
thought a quick army tour would be a piece of cake... how wrong he’d
been. Because of that damn virus, he was probably going to die. He was
going to die because he was in B-Company... the military’s cannon
fodder. He got to die watching the army’s pride and joy, the poster
boys come in after them like they’re the ones who handled everything.
They were too expensive to waste after all.
That’s why they got put in all the danger and they got the praise.
B-Company was expendable, they were the fuck ups... well, all except
Sarge. Sarge was there willingly because he wanted to retire and go on
that fishing trip of his. Sweetwater was amazed he’d take the risk...
some people didn’t even last a day, let alone three. Somehow
Sweetwater had though. Well, him and Haggard.
Haggard... why was he even friends with him again? The guy was gonna
get him killed. He was reckless and loud and stupid. He was absolutely
nuts too. He just wanted to see stuff blow up--something that
Sweetwater wasn’t too fascinated with. He was fascinated with
technology, computers... that’s where he should be.
Seated at a nice desk with the light of the computer screen casting
that familiar, relaxing glow on him in a darkly lit room as he typed
away, programming his next idea, working on a new project... okay,
trying to hack into shit he had no business in, but that was his idea
of a thrill, okay? Tucked behind a computer screen where you were nice
and safe and didn’t have to worry about getting blown away by some
enemy who crept up on you before you saw.
At least Haggard, for all his annoying tendencies, did have his back
usually. For some reason, he liked the guy... maybe not all the time,
in large doses, but he liked him occasionally. If it was between him
and a monkey with a rifle, he’d choose Haggard every time.
If it was between Haggard and a trained special ops soldier, though?
Sorry, pal, he’d have to choose the other guy in that case, but it was
understandable, right?
At least he had the sweet voice of Mike-One-Juliet to ease his
nerves... maybe one day, he’d even get the guts to ask her out. If she
would even go out with him. Some girls had standards, they didn’t want
to be known as the girlfriend of the military’s cannon fodder after
all.
But that was still awhile away before he’d get a chance to ask that,
if he got a chance to ask that.
Right now, he had to grab his gun and walk his ass into what looked
like an impossible situation with unfriendly fire raining down on him
and Haggard going on about how beautiful a sound it was and gaping at
any explosions or fires that should occur, while Preston just followed
along (probably wondering what the hell kind of group he got himself
into), and Sarge barked at them to keep focused. He was doing good
just to bite back the ‘You know, we’re probably all gonna die, right?’
and ‘My feet are hurting, can’t the army give us a five minute break
or what?’.
Again, Sweetwater had to ask himself, why this had ever seemed like a good idea?
He could be at home right now, enrolled in a nice, safe college,
worrying about how to pay off a shitload of student loans that’d
probably have him in debt until he was on his dying bed...
but at least he wouldn’t have to worry about a bullet to the brain.
Telling ya, the military was really wasting his talents here.
And you know what else? He didn’t even have to be hungry and tired and
stretched to his absolute limits to wonder this shit. He could be
perfectly rested and fine and still wonder why he joined up with the
damn army that had him in deadly situations more often than not.
Name: Chi
Are you over the age of 16: [Y]
LiveJournal: sedately
E-MAIL: isthismymadness@gmail.com
OTHER: plurk: sedately ; aim: boomsticking
II. CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Terrence Sweetwater
Canon: Battlefield: Bad Company
Timeline: Acta non Verba, the second campaign.
History: This is B-Company, the 222nd army battalion and home to
the troublemakers and insubordinates that just aren't cut out for any
other place in the army. It's a mismatched bunch that serves as cannon
fodder because the other units would be much too expensive to waste.
No one is expected to have a long life in this group and it's not
something one ought to be proud of. It's a punishment that no one
signs up for. Just a quick way to get rid of the fuck ups.
So yeah. Welcome to Bad Company.
B-Company consists of Private Preston Marlowe (who damaged a
helicopter he took for a joy-ride and a General's limousine), Private
George Gordon Haggard Hr. (who blew up the biggest ammo dump east of
Paris), Sergeant Samuel D. Redford (who actually did willingly
transfer into B-Company because it was a quick way to get early
retirement), and finally, Private Terrence Sweetwater who uploaded a
virus onto a military network but protests that he doesn't know how it
happened.
The game begins with B-Company being brought into the front lines via
helicopter. After an artillery barrage takes care of the convoy, along
with the truck that happens to be giving B-Company a lift, they're
sent to take care of an artillery spot used by Russians. After that,
they have to use the enemy weapons to take care of incoming vehicles
attacking a new convoy and then B-Company is sent to a Russian
occupied farm to clear it out only to have the helicopter coming to
pick them up shot down by anti-aircraft fire. You rarely ever get a
break in Bad Company, such is the life of being cannon fodder.
Just barely escaping more trouble, the squad has to destroy some radio
jammers so an air-strike can pass, but even after that, their job
isn't finished yet. After that, B-Company has to clear out some
artillery guns and finally, our real story begins. They encounter
mercenaries and it's there that Sweetwater points out Legionnaires get
paid in gold bars, which sparks Private Haggard's interest...
especially after he finds a gold bar on a body.
Sweetwater has to listen to Haggard talk about the gold almost nonstop
and answer questions about it, which he does because, hey, he's
excited too. He just didn't expect Haggard to single-handedly invade a
neutral country, Sedaristan, on a gold hunt. Sweetwater and the others
have to catch up to him and try to save his ass, none too pleased with
Haggard's rash action. Redford really gives him a earful but despite
it, he takes the blame when their dispatch officer, Mike-one-Juliet
(a.k.a. Miss July... a.k.a. Sweetwater's wet dream) contacts him and
demands to know who's responsible. Redford says it was his idea to
wipe out a potential threat, but he still gets court-martialed and his
call of duty is brought back up to twelve months instead of three days
like he'd been at prior. After his anger dies down, Redford agrees
that they'll go after the gold.
So here they are, AWOL and destroying transmission towers to cover
their tracks. Sweetwater and Haggard bicker like an old married
couple, Sweetwater unhappy that he was dragged into danger, but kind
of stuck for now.
So they go through Serdaristan and just when they're about to reach a
ship full of LEgionnaire gold, the U.S. army captures them. Instead of
sending them straight to prison, the army makes a deal. The dictator
of Serdaristan, Zavomir Serdar, has been suspected of involvement in
both sides of the war despite the fact that the country is neutral. If
Bad Company captures Serdar, they agree to drop the charges. B-Company
agrees, so it's off to another mission. They fight their way in and
capture Serdar, but when Redford calls for a evac chopper...
unfortunately, the army abandoned them. The group had officially went
AWOL, meaning that the U.S. had no liability for their actions.
Learning Serdar has a helicopter (and that his country was taken from
him by the Legionnaire for services he hadn't been able to pay for, no
less!), they take it and get out on their own.
When is anything ever that easy on them though? Their helicopter is
shot down near Russia somewhere and Preston wakes up alone. He has to
search for the rest of his group with the help of Miss July.
Eventually, he reaches a monastery where the rest of his squad escaped
to after the crash, but unfortunately Serdar was captured. They save
him from execution at the hands of the Legionnaires and manage to
escape in a boat. They leave Serdar on a small and isolated island
since he pleads for exile. After that, the squad arrives in Sadiz--an
unfinished city somewhere on the Caspian Sea. On the beach, they spot
the same ship that had the mercenary gold in Serdaristan. Advancing
past the resistance and learning the U.S. army is mounting an
offensive, B-company is worried about competition for gold.
Slowing the army by blowing up two bridges they were going to cross,
the squad reaches a gold filled garage and are attacked by a
Legionnaire helicopter, the same one that took them down at
Serdaristan's border. So, you know, it's a good thing Preston shoots
that bastard down so they can get right back to that garage...
except the army is loading it into trucks. Ready to accept their
defeat, they start to leave but are spotted by a commanding officer.
Preston convinces him that they've been scouting the area and are then
ordered to help with the trucks full of 'scrap metal', or rather, the
gold. The squad helps and joins a convoy of trucks, eventually veering
off in their own direction after awhile.
Finally, they've got their gold.
Personality: Terrence Sweetwater is the brains of the group. He joined
the army as a way to get a scholarship for college. He scored 1500 on
his SATs and now has no idea why thought it was a good idea to join up
with the army in the first place... he wasn’t made for the front lines
simply put. He thought with his smarts, he’d be working elsewhere, not
given a gun and told to get his ass blown off.
So he might not be the bravest guy out there, but he doesn’t abandon
his squad even if they are putting themselves in harm’s way against a
stupidly big number of enemies as he points out and going AWOL for a
gold hunt. He can’t lie, he kind of wanted that gold too... but he can
use Haggard as a convenient excuse for why he’s in this situation.
Sweetwater loves to whine. Whine, whine, whine. He’s the best there is
at it. He loves to complain because he’s cannon fodder for the damn
military and wishes he was applying to get his MIT instead. Or, you
know, on a date with Mike-one-Juliet, their dispatch officer, who has
to be a knockout according to Sweetwater because of that voice.
Unfortunately, we never even see what she looks like...
Private Haggard, their demolitions expert, is probably one of his good
friends in B-Company for whatever reason. They bicker like two old
married people, like to tease and egg each other on, but they pal
around occasionally. Haggard mentions that Sweetwater is like a little
brother to him, that he has to look after... he just doesn’t think
he’ll live long in B-Company though.
Sweetwater, despite being the most intelligent of the group, is still
kind of immature and goofy--not above participating in pull-my-finger
jokes with Haggard.
Oh. He also loves to talk. He can talk your ear off all day if you let
him. Just won’t shut up. He loves to share whatever trivia he has in
that head of his, whether it’s about mercenary gold or why it rains
frogs sometimes.
He also has a bit of a potty mouth and a New Jersey accent, Haggard
referring to him as CSI New Jersey teasingly.
Retained Abilities: Trained military soldier right here. He uses a
light/medium machinegun and serves as the squad’s automatic rifleman.
III. SAMPLES
First Person Sample: What I wouldn't give to be behind a nice, safe computer right now. [Sweetwater looks around, letting out a sigh as he adjusts his glasses.]
Actually, ya know, I'd even take getting bombed to this right now. I mean, I feel like I walked into a bad bad fucking horror movie. I never thought I'd worry about getting bit or getting turned into someone's dinner instead of getting blown to smithereens!
Third Person Sample: Sometimes when he was tired and hungry and filthy as
hell, Sweetwater wondered why he ever joined up in the first place...
there were other scholarships to be had, there were other ways. He
thought a quick army tour would be a piece of cake... how wrong he’d
been. Because of that damn virus, he was probably going to die. He was
going to die because he was in B-Company... the military’s cannon
fodder. He got to die watching the army’s pride and joy, the poster
boys come in after them like they’re the ones who handled everything.
They were too expensive to waste after all.
That’s why they got put in all the danger and they got the praise.
B-Company was expendable, they were the fuck ups... well, all except
Sarge. Sarge was there willingly because he wanted to retire and go on
that fishing trip of his. Sweetwater was amazed he’d take the risk...
some people didn’t even last a day, let alone three. Somehow
Sweetwater had though. Well, him and Haggard.
Haggard... why was he even friends with him again? The guy was gonna
get him killed. He was reckless and loud and stupid. He was absolutely
nuts too. He just wanted to see stuff blow up--something that
Sweetwater wasn’t too fascinated with. He was fascinated with
technology, computers... that’s where he should be.
Seated at a nice desk with the light of the computer screen casting
that familiar, relaxing glow on him in a darkly lit room as he typed
away, programming his next idea, working on a new project... okay,
trying to hack into shit he had no business in, but that was his idea
of a thrill, okay? Tucked behind a computer screen where you were nice
and safe and didn’t have to worry about getting blown away by some
enemy who crept up on you before you saw.
At least Haggard, for all his annoying tendencies, did have his back
usually. For some reason, he liked the guy... maybe not all the time,
in large doses, but he liked him occasionally. If it was between him
and a monkey with a rifle, he’d choose Haggard every time.
If it was between Haggard and a trained special ops soldier, though?
Sorry, pal, he’d have to choose the other guy in that case, but it was
understandable, right?
At least he had the sweet voice of Mike-One-Juliet to ease his
nerves... maybe one day, he’d even get the guts to ask her out. If she
would even go out with him. Some girls had standards, they didn’t want
to be known as the girlfriend of the military’s cannon fodder after
all.
But that was still awhile away before he’d get a chance to ask that,
if he got a chance to ask that.
Right now, he had to grab his gun and walk his ass into what looked
like an impossible situation with unfriendly fire raining down on him
and Haggard going on about how beautiful a sound it was and gaping at
any explosions or fires that should occur, while Preston just followed
along (probably wondering what the hell kind of group he got himself
into), and Sarge barked at them to keep focused. He was doing good
just to bite back the ‘You know, we’re probably all gonna die, right?’
and ‘My feet are hurting, can’t the army give us a five minute break
or what?’.
Again, Sweetwater had to ask himself, why this had ever seemed like a good idea?
He could be at home right now, enrolled in a nice, safe college,
worrying about how to pay off a shitload of student loans that’d
probably have him in debt until he was on his dying bed...
but at least he wouldn’t have to worry about a bullet to the brain.
Telling ya, the military was really wasting his talents here.
And you know what else? He didn’t even have to be hungry and tired and
stretched to his absolute limits to wonder this shit. He could be
perfectly rested and fine and still wonder why he joined up with the
damn army that had him in deadly situations more often than not.