BF2142 Roleplay - Roleplay thread

[OOC]

Rules:

1) - No powergaming.
2) - No metagaming.
3) - No godmodding.
4) - No FailRP.
5) - If you OOCly comment something, keep it short, and use the [OOC] tag. Example:
[OOC]

Quote :

And pulls out his long-barreled sniper rifle

The one in his pants, or the one that shoots lead? ;D
6) - No pictures or videos, only the owner (Hi) may post videos (Ambient music).
7) - No SexRP, this is not some cheap sex story forum.
8') - Event ideas, post 'em into the event Idea thread, not in here.
9) - Be serious.
10) - Have fun!

Note: Please mention the faction and the name of the titan, aswell as the name of the character - People could get confused.

[OOC] First post, example of passive RP :3

Faction: EU
Titan: EUT-7 'Alpha' - Under direct control of FleetCom. David Rothe.
Name: Sgt. Cole Ryan

The young Sergeant opens his eyes, to look around. It's still the cold, yet comfortable barracks from before; his wish that it's all over did obivously not come true. He sits up, rubbing his eyes. Just as he wants to stand up, the door opens.

A bunch of Soldiers, eight privates, one private first class and a corporal walked into the barracks, as their night duty was finally over. He nodded, greeting them. They, however, were too focused to faceplant into their pillows, still wearing their armor.

As the sergeant got up, he walked over to his locker, and took out his toothbrush, stumbling over to the sink a little later.
He hit the button on the toothbrush, letting some toothpaste pour out of the small pipes in the brushes. He didnt want to look into the mirror after he was done with cleaning his teeth - nobody would've liked the sight of someone who got to sleep less than three hours.

He headed back to his still open locker, and put his toothbrush back into the glass he took it from.
A long look at his family's photo was all that he needed to cheer him up; he had a son, and a happy wife. Well, he wasnt sure about the 'happy' part anymore, because he's been stationed in the Titan for about four years. He took out his helmet, and adjusted the zoom of the built-in binoculars. Then, he disabled them, and moved his visor up. It's been blocking his line of sight, anyways. He took out his cloaking module, and attached it to the power cell on his belt.

The last thing he took was his trusty Zeller-H, folding in the stock and barrel to throw it over his shoulder. God bless that tacitcal sling, or else he'd have to carry it around in his hands.

He stepped out of the barracks, and looked around - being greeted by another Sergeant.