Guns of the Patriots

[[INACTIVE]]

Story
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Set during the events of Metal Gear Solid 4, you play as various different PMC organization's. The world's economy relies on continuous civil wars, fought by PMCs, which outnumber government military forces. PMC soldiers are equipped with nano-machines that enhance their abilities on the battlefield. The control network create through these nano-machines is called Sons of the Patriot's (SOP) The year is 2014, and you play as the PMCs around the world. Create or join one of these PMCs and fight around the world.


Rules
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*No godmodding
*Romance is allowed, just no doing the do
*You can't be the next Big Boss or Solid Snake. that's not how it works boi
*No laser weapons or ninja's. Yes this is Metal Gear but that's restricted
*You may not control nuclear weapons or Metal Gear's
*If you want to create a PMC PM me and give me a good detailed description of it including a name and other various things.


Character Template YOU ARE CONNECTED TO THE SOP SYSTEM PLEASE FILL IT OUT HOW IT SAYS BELOW
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Name:
Age:
Height:
Weight:
Gender:
Species:
Nationality:
PMC Group:
Clothing:
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Bio:




\\ PMCs //

Praying Mantis: Base of Operations Middle East

Raven Sword: Base of Operations Eastern Europe

Pieuvre Armament: Base of Operations South America

WereWolf: Base of Operations United States

Otselotovay Khvatka: Base of Operations Russia

MORE TO COME

[Farewell]

Name: Zaida Valdis
Age: 26
Height: 5'5
Weight: 120 Lbs
Gender: Female
Species: Monster
Nationality: American
PMC Group: Werewolf
Clothing: This However a bit darker (not shiny either)
Weapons: AR-15, Malinnov pistol, Ontario SP1
Bio:

[Adrienne_Blackfire]

Name: Adrienne Blackfire
Age: 22
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 115 lbs.
Gender: Female
Species: Puma
Nationality: Russian
PMC Group: Otselotovey Khvatka
Clothing: Simple but sturdy PMC dress. Russian flag patch on right shoulder.
Weapons: Standard semi-automatic rifle, seven inch multipurpose knife, some homemade smoke bombs.
Bio: Recently recruited into the Russian PMC, young but a fast learner. Generally quiet but also observant. Specializes in setting/deactivating explosives (If that's okay)

[SadDubwool]

Name:Ajay Chadha


Age:29


Height:6'0


Weight:180 lbs


Gender:Male


Species:Sangai (Indian deer)
 
Nationality:Indian (Current housing: Israel)


PMC Group:Praying Mantis


Clothing:Standard PMC Gear, The Israeli flag is patched onto the sleeve and keeps a Keffiyeh around his neck


Weapons:M4A1, standard issue knife and two fragmentation grenades


Bio:A More recent member of the PMC group, he wants to seize an opportunity to make some money to support his father and by extension himself In their hard times, he has some knowledge in the medical field.

[Rayleonarde]

Name: Rayleonarde "Ray" Blackburn


Age: 20


Height: 6' 2"


Weight: 240 lbs


Gender: Male


Species: Raccoon


Nationality: American


PMC Group: Otselotovey Khvatka


Clothing: A simple t-shirt and olive cargo pants, usually hidden behind 1.5 centimeters of ballistic weave armor plates, topped off with a full face ballistic helmet and combat boots. A huge red cross is stylized on his back, signifying him as a medic.


Weapons: AK-74, P&R Medusa, and a 6" curved combat knife.


Bio: "The On-Call Doc"
   Once a happy youth, Ray found himself living in one of the "hot zones" scattered around the world. His father and mother both provided medical treatment to any and all wounded mercenaries, teaching Ray to "put others before himself". However, his family's trade didn't sit well with some of the patients. Eventually one PMC had had enough, and Ray's parents were put to death. This left Ray alone and confused, until he was evacuated from the smouldering remnants of his family's field hospital by the Russians. As an acting field medic, Ray was a sight to behold in the Otselotovey Khvatka ranks. With no care about his own health, Ray has saved more than one soldier from otherwise certain death. Barreling through door and wall alike, the raccoon quickly earned the title "Doc on call". Ask for help and more often than not, through hell and high water, Ray is there. With nano-machines boosting his raw physical strength, and overall speed, Ray is an efficient and effective one-fur medical team.

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[Farewell]

(Will this start?)

[[INACTIVE]]

(You may start sorry was very busy with stuff guys.)

[Rayleonarde]

Ray found himself, for the third time that DAY, running into a smattering of small arms fire in an attempt to save another poor soul that ended up on the wrong side of a gun. He had been contracted by some tycoon's son, said his friend got taken by thugs. Now, deep in the heart of some urban city, the raccoon was trucking through pistol rounds and saving a private protection worker who had taken a stray round in the fire fight. The thugs were frightened, the raccoon could see that from the way their weapons spat rounds in an errant fashion. He relished in their fear, hearing them scream and cry about an immortal, a demon, a wrath-filled harbinger of God, et cetera. He drove the adrenaline-fused morphine into his patient, before physically throwing him into cover. Ray then turned, slowly, as the thugs stopped shooting. "One last time, friends. I need the boy, and I'll be on my wa-" A pistol round pinged off of his helmet, and clattered against the concrete floor. "Fine, then. Have it your way!" He tossed concussive grenades into the groups of thugs, before unslinging his rifle and firing hot lead into their undefended and dazed bodies.