Post by Sgt. NICHOLAS DYSON on Oct 17, 2014 15:05:51 GMT 9.5
Nicholas Dyson !
Nick is joining us from Chicago, United States. This 42 year old is going to celebrate his next birthday on 4th December. He's usually very ambitious, ruthless, loyal and is really quite good at tactics and combat
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Welcome to TERRA SANCTUM.
full name: Nicholas Dyson
celeb face: Stephen Amell
gender: Male
species: Human
ability/abnormality: N/A
occupation: SCIU Military Liason/Field Agent – Military Staff Sergeant (SSG)
age: 42
secrets: Flunked his last few years of Secondary school; Originally wanted to be a Doctor, but didn’t pass enough necessary subjects at school; Not a good relationship with his family.
likes: Smoking, camping, power of authority, baseball, chaos
dislikes: The fact that one of his bosses is a female, cats (allergies), Abnormals, people disobeying his orders, laziness, people with no ambition, relying on people, trigger-happy morons.
strengths: Sniping, close-combat, commanding his squadron, solitary missions, technology.
weaknesses: Putting his squadran’s lives on the line, Abnormal abilities, authority, meeting his match.
personality:At first impression, Nick can come off as quite a cocky smart-ass. Although he has a great sense of humour, he knows to tread that fine line of ruthlessness and ambition. In work mode, he’s a highly trained professional with a no-nonsense approach, and gets the job done quickly and efficiently with no questions asked. He’s a tactical, resourceful, vigilant, brilliant leader, who is strict all for the well-being of his squadron.
He is not an easy man to reason with, unless he’s communicating with his bosses, however when it comes to authority, he excels in that. When he gives an order, that’s the final say or he gets extremely annoyed. He is loyal to his work and his cause, and he will see to it that his goals are completed to the best of his ability.
If you see the man behind the authority, you will be surprised to find a completely different man. If he seems to trust you, you will come to realise that his intentions aren’t as cold-hearted as you expect him to be. He follows orders without question, leaving him to do things he does not agree with. You may find him immoral, but that’s what the job requires of him. He is an interesting man to talk to. If you’re not on a mission, you’ll find him talking about his love for burritos, or something completely random. He is very opinionated, and cares a lot for his squadron, even to go as far of saying he’d gladly put his life on the line for them.
history:- Intended to become a Doctor, but couldn’t keep up with the work-load so he decided to leave school a year early
- Spent the last 23 years in service of the Military, gaining the title of Staff Sergeant (SSG), which allows him to command his own Sqadron, and other Sergants below his rank, making him an able Military liason for SCIU
- Has been under the watchful eye from SCIU for the past 4 years, and has been a loyal ally to them
- Has mixed emotions about Abnormals. Even though his opinion is unpopular, he believes recruiting them with the Military would be highly more effective than exterminating them completely. He’s been metaphorically shot down several times for this idea
- Encountered his first Abnormal in a low-key intel mission in Bueno Aires 2010, before SCIU found him and decided to recruit him
- Has some serious weapons and combat training, and excels in tactics, sniper, technology, and close-combat
- Spent a year on a secret mission in the forests of Seoul, Korea, in 1999, while trying to hunt down a power-hungry war-lord in the midst of creating a new brand of nuclear weapons
- Born in Chicago, but moved to New City in pursuit of a fresh start, where he decided to ignite his Military career
- Secretly has the hots for his female boss, Jennifer Magretta
- Doesn’t always get along with Greg Addison, but then again, who doesn’t?
- Has several running-in’s with Helen Magnus before
- Finds the concept of the Sanctuary rather pointless, and figures that there would be more logical uses for Abnormals then simply ‘keeping them safe’.
- Used to work for the Cabal, but went solo once Dana Whitcomb disappeared.
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hello! my name is Michelle - ADMIN! and i'm excited to be here. i've been roleplaying for about ten years now. other characters on this site that belong to me are Helen Magnus & Veron. my time zone is Adelaide, South Australia. and that's all you need to know about me! oh, and this is what an average post for me looks like:
”Ahh, shit!”
Piercing bullets rattled the ground besides his now-compromised position, in the dry bush of the African wild-lands. Along with nine other members of his squadron, each and every one of his soldiers were strategically places on specific corners of a small establishment in the heart of Libya.
Homeland’s Security Abnormal-hunting division. SCIU – Special Counter-Insurgency Unit. The only reason Sergeant Nicholas Dyson would be dumb enough to be out here in the first place, fighting for control over a small base. Greg Addison has communicated with him several days before about a mission involving a highly-dangerous Abnormal.
Nick, along with his prized squadron, had the gruelling task of hunting down and illuminating a fire-type bipedal lizard called Eremus Saburra Lacerta, or North African sand lizard. Or an acidic bipedal pain-in-the-ass. This sucker was in the process of being transferred to the Egyptian Sanctuary, when Nicholas and his merry men intervened. They had already gunned down a few hostile locals dedicating to keeping the hazardous creature safe. But shots were fired, and lives were certainly lost.
In the end, Sergeant Dyson and his men succeeded, and the creature was placed unto their hands and sent to Area 51 for further experimentation, and possible death.
Nicks phone began to ring, and he answered with a husky voice. “Sergeant Dyson.”
“Ah, Nicholas Dyson. I’ve heard a lot about you. Tell me – What exactly do you gain from SCIU? A payrise? An opportunity to shine the shoes of Greg Addison? A free coffee? You have our Abnormal, and I will see to it that we claim it back.”
Nick chuckled, “Helen Magnus. Well well well. What a nice surprise. Though I must say, you have impeccable timing. But you’re out of luck. And too late. The monster is ours. Sorry to burst your bubble.”
“Then we have a problem. You realise that you’ve just painted yourself a bright red target on the back of head? Tell your precious Greg Addison that I will be waiting in his office. And then I will deal with you.” The phone hung up, and Nicholas was left quite amused.
“Oh Helen, you’re in trouble.”
Piercing bullets rattled the ground besides his now-compromised position, in the dry bush of the African wild-lands. Along with nine other members of his squadron, each and every one of his soldiers were strategically places on specific corners of a small establishment in the heart of Libya.
Homeland’s Security Abnormal-hunting division. SCIU – Special Counter-Insurgency Unit. The only reason Sergeant Nicholas Dyson would be dumb enough to be out here in the first place, fighting for control over a small base. Greg Addison has communicated with him several days before about a mission involving a highly-dangerous Abnormal.
Nick, along with his prized squadron, had the gruelling task of hunting down and illuminating a fire-type bipedal lizard called Eremus Saburra Lacerta, or North African sand lizard. Or an acidic bipedal pain-in-the-ass. This sucker was in the process of being transferred to the Egyptian Sanctuary, when Nicholas and his merry men intervened. They had already gunned down a few hostile locals dedicating to keeping the hazardous creature safe. But shots were fired, and lives were certainly lost.
In the end, Sergeant Dyson and his men succeeded, and the creature was placed unto their hands and sent to Area 51 for further experimentation, and possible death.
Nicks phone began to ring, and he answered with a husky voice. “Sergeant Dyson.”
“Ah, Nicholas Dyson. I’ve heard a lot about you. Tell me – What exactly do you gain from SCIU? A payrise? An opportunity to shine the shoes of Greg Addison? A free coffee? You have our Abnormal, and I will see to it that we claim it back.”
Nick chuckled, “Helen Magnus. Well well well. What a nice surprise. Though I must say, you have impeccable timing. But you’re out of luck. And too late. The monster is ours. Sorry to burst your bubble.”
“Then we have a problem. You realise that you’ve just painted yourself a bright red target on the back of head? Tell your precious Greg Addison that I will be waiting in his office. And then I will deal with you.” The phone hung up, and Nicholas was left quite amused.
“Oh Helen, you’re in trouble.”
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