Post by Durge on Apr 26, 2007 17:27:41 GMT -5
Name: Durge.
Age: 32.
Height: 6"5.
Weight: 295 lb.
Eye Color: Red.
Hair Color: None.
Facial Hair: None.
Position: Elite Soldier.
Class: Assualt.
Favorite Weapon: STA-3 Stova Light Machinegun.
Weaponary:
-BP-02 Pup: 6 rounds(stashed throughout body armor.)
-2 Extra 100 round drums.
-Ivp-18 Tropov Combat Pistol-(1 extra magazine with 18 rounds, 90 rounds extra.)
Theme Song:
"Happy" By Mudvayne.
In this hole
That is me
The dead are rolling over
In this hole
Thickening
Dirt shoveled over shoulders
I feel it in me
So overwhelmed
Oh, this pressured center rising
My life overturned
Unfair the despair
All these scars keep ripping open
Peel me from the skin
Tear me from the rind
Does it make you happy now?
Tear meat from the bone
Tear me from myself
Are you feeling happy now?
In this hole
That is me
A life that's growing feeble
In this hole
So limiting
The sun has set; all darkens
Buried underneath
Hands slip off the wheel
Internal path-way to contention
Peel me from the skin
Tear me from the rind
Does it make you happy now?
-Story:
Not much is known about Durge, however one thing is clear, a formidable opponent with numerous years of combat and trainning; Participated fully in the ethnic cleansing programmes throughout the Helghan system.
Durge refuses to take much of any promotions in rank, he likes to be what some would call a "Grunt"; Rather then commanding, he enjoys killing and is quite experinced in this aswell.
Age: 32.
Height: 6"5.
Weight: 295 lb.
Eye Color: Red.
Hair Color: None.
Facial Hair: None.
Position: Elite Soldier.
Class: Assualt.
Favorite Weapon: STA-3 Stova Light Machinegun.
Weaponary:
-BP-02 Pup: 6 rounds(stashed throughout body armor.)
-2 Extra 100 round drums.
-Ivp-18 Tropov Combat Pistol-(1 extra magazine with 18 rounds, 90 rounds extra.)
Theme Song:
"Happy" By Mudvayne.
In this hole
That is me
The dead are rolling over
In this hole
Thickening
Dirt shoveled over shoulders
I feel it in me
So overwhelmed
Oh, this pressured center rising
My life overturned
Unfair the despair
All these scars keep ripping open
Peel me from the skin
Tear me from the rind
Does it make you happy now?
Tear meat from the bone
Tear me from myself
Are you feeling happy now?
In this hole
That is me
A life that's growing feeble
In this hole
So limiting
The sun has set; all darkens
Buried underneath
Hands slip off the wheel
Internal path-way to contention
Peel me from the skin
Tear me from the rind
Does it make you happy now?
-Story:
Not much is known about Durge, however one thing is clear, a formidable opponent with numerous years of combat and trainning; Participated fully in the ethnic cleansing programmes throughout the Helghan system.
Durge refuses to take much of any promotions in rank, he likes to be what some would call a "Grunt"; Rather then commanding, he enjoys killing and is quite experinced in this aswell.