((A word of advice–this is a long story without any real point. Basically, this thread is Create-A-Spartan. The form’s about midway through. I do hope you’ll join me in expressing a little creativity and not just let this sink in with all the spam threads.))
The disunited murmurs and thoughts of the vast, skeptical crowd vanished as the door slides open and shut in quick succession, signalling the return of the Sergeant. All eyes were upon the man as he trotted up the the massive table, deftly removing the lid of the small crate he toted, and scattered an unruly heap of crisp, white papers upon the surface. For a while, there was no noise but the faint swishing of the forms as they settled themselves. After casting a good look about at the mass whose collective body heat made the cool room stifling, he cleared his throat and let his voice echo off the pristine white walls.
“Soldiers! As you know, the Infinity has suffered greatly over the past few months. Trapped on this alien world, without an escape plan or a beacon to light for our worried brothers on the other side of the galaxy. You also know, no doubt, of the Spartan IV program aboard this vessel. What you haven’t been told is that during our times of fear and worry a scouting squad, dubbed Majestic Team, has been performing reconnaissance on this world of Requiem, clearing the way for the Waypoint Coalition.”
Among any less of a faithful crowd, whispers would have run rampant through the ranks as each individual pondered just why the secret had been kept from them, the marine and Spartan veterans of the Human-Covenant war and the backbone of the Infinity spacecraft. They also speculated about this so-called ‘Waypoint Coalition’ and its purpose. However, every man and woman of discipline checked their tongues and kept the silence, so that nobody challenged the Sergeant’s next words.
“These forms are like opportunities, gateways, even. Fill 'em out, rack 'em up, and you might just be part of the Spartan IV army to deploy upon Requiem and show the Forerunners exactly what you’re made of!”
Every soldier -every one of you, my friends- fetched a form and began to write.
Name: (Last name censorable)
Age: (Censorable)
Codename: (Censorable. Nothing asinine here. Put your gamertag if nothing else)
Callsign:
Emblem:
Appearance: (Tell me about what face lies beneath that nice helmet of yours)
Personality: (Though we are destined to kill or be killed, we are all still human)
Backstory: (Censorable. What was your life before you were a Spartan IV?)
Role: (What part do you play on the battlefield? Are you a medic, a sniper, or what?)
Talent: (What are your Spartan’s special skills?)
Preferred Weapons: (Choose any two from any Halo game, from CE to 4)
Preferred Equipment: (Includes powerups, equipment, and armor abilities.
Helmet Permutation: (What’s your favorite helmet between all the games?)
Other: (Anything that doesn’t fit anywhere else?)
“As for me,” the Sergeant remarked as the candidates scanned their forms, "I already did mine. If you think you suckers are gonna try and fight million-year-old robot-things without me, you’re gonna be disappointed.
Name: Revel
Age: 42
Codename: FerretOfAir
Callsign: FAIR
Emblem: Display/Valkryie, all white
Appearance: A sharp nose marks Revel’s layered face, marred permanently just in front of his right ear by a Carbine’s radiation way back when. Dreary blue-green eyes peer out ever-solemn from beneath thick, sharp eyebrows and sandy brown-blond hair.
Personality: Serious when needed, considerate when convenient, and likable when in a good mood, Revel is known for being remarkable versatile when it comes it his mindset, adapting to each situation differently. Prior to promotion, it was rumored among his peers that he was insane, but as you can see, that’s hardly true. Hardly…
Backstory: Censored–for now
Role: Ranger - Marksman and designated driver
Talent: Sharpshooting, operating vehicles, untimely quips
Preferred Weapons: DMR, Brute Shot
Preferred Equipment: Thruster Pack
Helmet Permutation: Enforcer
Other: N/A
“Burn bright!”
“Burn blue!”