RED - Riley O'Neil, Sniper

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RED - Riley O'Neil, Sniper

Postby Riley O'Neil » Sun Jul 31, 2011 7:17 pm

PLEASE NOTE

MIA for several months, Riley had recently returned in an less than ideal state. He is more feral than ever and therefore on the same danger level as an adult crocodile. Extreme caution is advised when interacting with him. The number of times he is visited and who may or may not interact with him are to be limited according to what the head RED Medic deems acceptable.

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Completed Threads
Crawfishin' RED (OPEN) [July 8]
No freaks allowed, so sayeth the Leader.

Scaly Encounters (Jacque) [July 15]
Birds of a feather flock together, or swim in this case.

Trust Your Feelings (Elias) [July 27]
Spooks aren't bad. Just mysterious.

Active Threads
We Freaks Need to Stick Together (Specials Only) [July 16]
Mutant friendship that transcends team colours.

With Friends Like These... (RED Team) [July 31]
Mandatory meetings are nerve-wracking.

Of Swamps and Gators (OPEN) [August 7]
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Active Threads

In Comes The Mutant (Feb 07)
Riley returns and a little more than worse for wear.
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Relationships
Friends

Enemies

Significant Other

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Name: Riley O'Neil.
Age: Forty-four.
Sex: Male.
DOB: February 17th.
Blood Type: O.
Height: 187.96 cm (6ft 2in).
Weight: 71.67 kg (158 lbs).

Team/Class: RED/CrocSniper.
Marital Status: Divorced.
Known languages: English, several Aboriginal dialects, can produce crocodile noises.
Nationality: Australian.
Ethnicity: Swedish-Australian.
Level of Education: High-school graduate.
Place of Birth: Sydney, New South Wales, Australia.
Orientation: Pansexual (Refers to the potential for sexual attractions, sexual desire, or romantic love, towards people of all gender identities and biological sexes). Considers himself heterosexual however.
Disorders/Physical Ailments: Social anxiety disorder and PTS disorder/Nearsighted, prescription aviators.

Weapons
Primary — Huntsman.
Secondary — Submachine gun.
Melee — Kukri.
Hat(s) — Personal Sniper hat and Ol' Snaggletooth.

Personality
Wracked with anxiety and insecurities, Riley is easily swayed by the majority’s opinion. However, when it comes to things that absolutely need to be done, he will do it, regardless of his or others comfort level or opinion. While this usually involves doing his job even with a squeamish stomach, a sudden appearance of a spine can also be associated with taking a stand on a serious issue or defending his mates. Nervous behavior aside, he’s quite easy going when relaxed and a simple guy once one gets past his tendency to run at the first sign of social conflict. Riley's antisocial tendencies usually mean he's incredibly secretive, not because he has anything to hide but because he enjoys his privacy.

Strengths
Excellent Marksman — Skilled shooter. That, however, does not mean he's morally sound with shooting folks.

Bushman — Having lived and thrived in the Outback, leaning from native Aboriginals, Riley is well equipped to survive in the wilderness, living off the land. The swamps are new territory and he's going to have to learn the tricks of the trade all over again.

Craftsman — Good with his hands but only when it comes to whittling and carving wood. He has quite a collection and is open for request.

Weaknesses
Zero Pain Threshold — He simply cannot stand mild or extreme pain. Being injured in battle will almost always incapacitate him.

Hypersensitivity — Sensitive to bright lights, loud noises, and strong, unpleasant odors. He will do anything to put as much distance between himself and the disturbance when it overwhelms him. Or just curl into a ball if escape is impossible.

Bodily Injures — Riley has suffered multiple broken bones and fractures. His worst injury thus far as been a concussion from being shoved down the stairs by his wife. Memories from prior to the incident are slightly hazy and his currently memory lapses at times.

The crocodile bite to his upper arm leave his left arm, hand, and fingers stiff sometimes but not immobile.

Mutation
Pros
- Smell is the most enhanced sense.
- Has excellent night vision with no change to regular vision.
- Increased lung capacity, can hold breath for up to 30 minutes.
- Claws. And sharp teeth.
- Can digest raw meat but doesn't prefer it.
- Third eye lid like a croc, doesn't blink as much as he 'should'.

Cons
- Sense of touch is poor where body is covered in scales.
- Tail and feet make him a clumsy runner.
- Sheds teeth once a year. It's painful and embarrassing but he does use them for the heads of his arrows.
- With only the tail of a crocodile, it's impossible for him to swim gracefully.
- When bopped on the nose, he will open his mouth on reflex.

Notable Scars
- Jagged, running from the top of his right ear to the top of head, hidden by hair.
- Three thin slashes on the back of his neck, one on his lower back.
- Small, faint burn marks on knuckles, covers them with gloves.

History
A native of Sydney, Australia, Riley might have been born a city boy but he didn't stay that way for long. Growing up with a love for the outdoors and animals, regardless of shape and size, Riley made every effort to distance himself from Sydney. Forced into college by his parent's urging that he would never get a decent job, he attended the University of Sydney and flunked within the fist quarter. Ashamed, he retreated into the deep Outback, cutting off his ties from his parents and the few former friends he had. After securing a position as a librarian, he bought a little house on the outskirts of a town in the middle of nowhere and acclimated himself to the wilderness with the help of some friendly Aboriginals. For the next four years, Riley spent every waking moment immersed in nature when he wasn't buried among stacks of books.

A serious bite by a temperamental crocodile to the upper arm dragged him back into society, the tanned and scarred man was to find the love of his life. Marrying a Nancy Turner, everything seemed to be going right. Four years later, with a collection of broken bones, bruises and scratches, Riley was (literally) thrown out of the house along with his few belongings. The marriage annulled and Riley too shaken and broken to return to his parents, he struggled to land another job, sleeping under the stars more than one night.

A job with RED was a godsend for him even if he doesn't really believe in that sort of religious garbage. Signing up for a Sniper position, he took quickly to the new surroundings despite his shaken foundation. The RED Medic on his team took quick advantage of him and subjected him to experimentation. Riley remembers little of the encounter aside from the fact that he was a successful experiment and a well liked one at that, evident from the small 'x' on his back.

It was more out of dumb luck that Riley managed to get free and registered to be transferred as soon as possible.

Appearance
Even with his height, Riley isn't imposing in the slightest. He simply does not exude that intimidating vibe; the fact that he's rather scrawny and fidgety certainly doesn't help, nor does his seemingly permanent slouch. Weighing in on the unhealthy side, Riley could be said to be plain in terms of coloration: brown eyes and hair, slightly tanned skin with the occasional scar showing. He suffers from a serious case of hat hair as his hat almost never leaves his head— he becomes physically uncomfortable without it on. Same goes for his orange aviators, which are a size too big and constantly slipping down his face.

There are some inhuman components to his appearance. The tooth that sticks crookedly out of his mouth gives away the mouth of less than pearly white jagged dental work. Clawed hands and reptilian looking feet continue to give away his less than human status but it would be the trailing crocdilian tail dragging behind him that gave up the game. With his entire back covered in scales mirroring a shrunk down version of a crocdile's back, he dislikes tight fitting clothes uncomfortable and will usually remain shirtless unless he's in unfamiliar or familiar company or during battle.

Mugshot [Art belongs to Mutiler. Thank you luv <3)
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Roleplay Samples
First Person
It was difficult to believe, impossible really, but I couldn't deny the fact that this...place I'd been assigned to was horrible. Dark and deary, it was the stuff of all those horror films I'd never gotten the nerve to watch as a kid. Documentaries about lions mauling wildebeest? I can handle them. Anything even remotely close to a slasher? I'll pass.

Shifting my bag over to my other shoulder, I stared forward, trying hard not to dread what lay inside the base. Surely, the people here would be friendlier than the last batch?

Third Person
It was utterly pointless, he knew, to try and use a rifle in close range but when you were running from a Pyro from hell and your other gun had been lost over the ledge of the walkway, it was good enough. The reload took forever as he ran around the corner, nearly tripping over his own two feet in his panic, the Pyro exclaiming in glee as it shot a burst of flames that nearly caught him in the back. He could smell singed hairs.

Leaping down off the platform, he landed in a roll so as not to snap both of his legs, tossing his rifle to the side before springing to his feet. His knee protested as he snatched up his rifle but it wasn't a fracture, just old age nipping at his heels. A much better substitute to the Pyro who was glowering at him from its position, or at least he thought so. It was hard to tell with the mask in the way. Not wanting to let it get any closer than this distance, he sprinted off, hauling himself up the side of one of the wooden buildings and through the window.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead and adjusting the brim of his hat, he turned back to the window, just daring to peer out into the deserted battlefield. Safe, for now.
Last edited by Riley O'Neil on Fri Feb 17, 2012 3:13 pm, edited 5 times in total.
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Re: RED - Riley O'Neil

Postby The Announcer » Mon Aug 01, 2011 12:36 pm

You’ve been accepted to RED, needy bitch.

Your wife has already moved on, to let you know. She has fifty kids and is currently pregnants with octuplets. She is much happier without you.

Remember, your team’s activities can be accessed here.
You are required to make a introductory thread in the Docks, even if you don’t get any replies. This is an important process, and should be done the same day you are accepted. As you are a returning member, however, you can opt out.

Please remember the rules, and that you are allowed to update your application with information on your character; we have specifically designed the app for this purpose. After beginning your dock thread, tag as you like.

Remember: We at RED do not support friendships with the enemy. These will be found and destroyed.

We hope you don't mind the theoretic concept that your 'friends' at RED will all soon hate you and chase you out, abomination!

Enjoy your time on RED!
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