Halo roleplay! I get to be a nerd! Rules in comments

M-5O: ohh finally bout time one of you showed up *he'd hold onto a wound he suffered from a plasma pistol*
(P.S he ran out of ammo in both his pistol and battle rifle so yeah)

*He sighed. A shadow beneath his visor where M-5O assumed Harrison's eyebrows should be shifted a bit.*

Harrison: "Did you send an SOS?"

M-9O: tried to but the damn thing broke mid transmission tried a flayer but well thats outdated and judging by how things are you either saw it or were just passin through,

Harrison: "Well, with all the radio chatter in this area, I would've been surprised if I had heard it. Come on, let's move out. I'm taking point."

M-9O: *he'd get up picking up his empty rifle, placing it on his back* the banished have a road block not far from here

*He chuckled.*

Harrison: "I'd reckon a few Choppers or some commandeered UNSC tech for us?"

M-9O: think so... if you want i did see a warthog out east shouldn't be two far that could help us

(can I use one of my normal ocs? she is 20. she also can't speak BUT she can sign)

Nicole: ...! *she seems to be afraid of you not knowing if you are a friend or foe*

(That's fine, Harrison's VISR system has a universal translator, including all sign languages, so he can understand either way)

*Harrison's vision swept the room, his headlamps illuminating the corner in which she was hiding. The gold plating of his visor did not allow his face to be seen, though a shadow where she assumed his eyebrow should be shifted when he caught sight of her. He stepped forward calmly, sliding his BR-75 onto his back, and raising his hands. As he stepped closer, Nicole recognized the armor - he was a Spartan, those large, strong, invincible figures from UNSC propaganda.*

Harrison: "Calm down, ma'am. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm here to help."

*His voice was deep and gravelly in tone.*As he stepped closer, Nicole recognized the armor - he was a Spartan, those large, strong, invincible figures from UNSC propaganda.*

Nicole: *she calmed down a bit still shaken about her environment*

Harrison: "I need you to stand up for me so I can examine your person for injuries. Can you do that, ma'am?"

Nicole: *stands up*

(Do you plan on doing romance?)

(we'll see where it goes I guess)

(Gotcha)

*He examined her figure, scanning her up and down. The shadow shifted again.*

Harrison: "You seem to be in good enough health... what's your name?"

Nicole:*in sign* Nicole..

*His VISR translated the sign language immediately.*

Harrison: "That's a nice name. Call me Spectre."

*Sounds could be heard outside - high pitched guttural barks and grunts mostly. A particularly squeaky voice proclaimed "I smell metal!" Outside, a small patrol of Unggoy - Grunts, as they were more colloquially known - was nearing the building they were in.*

*The Banished used these stocky aliens as cannon fodder, placing three or four sizable platoons out in front of an advancing attack force to absorb enemy ammunition. Harrison had seen Grunts throw themselves at their targets until their corpses were piled high... and the attackers had depleted their ammunition. In large enough quantities, Grunts were deadly combatants, armed with Plasma Pistols, Needlers, and, on some rare occasions, Fuel Rod Canons and even Plasma Rifles.*

Nicole: *hides behind Spectre*

(I followed you, start a memechat and we'll continue there)

(ok)

Jackson: Hi fellow spartan....*Jackson's helmet is off and he is coughing up some blood*

Read this whole comment before proceeding, please.

Rules: No ERP, joke RP/OCs, overpowered OCs, interfering with others' RPs, or being a dick. Halo contains cursing, though use of the f-bomb or the n word are not acceptable. Any other curse is okay. Romance is technically fine, though be weary of his age (21) and sexuality (straight) when requesting romance. Your RP must be Halo related, unless I give permission. You cannot roleplay as canon characters (Atriox, Escharum, Arbiter/Thel 'Vadam, etc.). No, you may not kill him. No, he may not kill you. No, you cannot kill yourself off early in the RP. Overall, remember that we're here to have fun.

DO NOT RESPOND TO THIS COMMENT, start your RP in ANOTHER thread.

Also this roleplay takes place in the range of 2557-59 (Halo 4 + Halo 4 Spartan Ops to Halo Infinite), so OCs must be up to date. My followers/people I follow have special permission to use other OCs if they want, though those permissions are not automatically gleaned by following me. All of my followers/people I follow have helped me through some tough shit, and they have my respect.

(can I use Galene?)

Harrison: "Do you have any contacts within the UNSC?"

Galene: No.....

*He nodded.*

Harrison: "I've already called for EVAC. ETA is approximately twenty-four hours. I can keep you safe until EVAC arrives, but understand that coming with me does involve a certain aspect of danger, since UNSC protocol dictates that I have to search for other survivors, and save as many as possible. Can you use a gun?"

Galene: I have magic.... But I can use a gun...

*A shadow beneath his visor where Galene assumed his eyebrows should've been began to shift, as if his eyes were widening.*

Harrison: "Magic, eh? Well, just in case..."

*He tossed her his handgun, an M6D Magnum, to be precise.*

(Fun fact: during the final stages of Halo Combat Evolved's development, someone tweaked the damage output value for the Magnum from the original 10 health units to 1000 health units, making the Halo CE magnum - an M6D, to be precise - the single most powerful starter weapon in any Halo game to date)

Galene: Thx....

(Like I said, followers/people I follow have special permission to use any of their OCs out of the respect I have for y'all, so of course!)

(thx)
Galene: ! *looks at him scared*

*He slid is BR onto his back. His headlamps turned off. He approached her slowly.*

Harrison: "Don't worry, ma'am. I'm here to help."

*A female voice came from his helmet, as if spoken through a radio.*

The Voice: "Be careful - her heartrate is abnormally high. Don't spook her."

Galene: ....... *watches carefully*

*He calmly and slowly approached her. He elected to drop his weapons to the ground to show her he was no threat.*

*As he stepped into what little light the fires from outside cast into the abandoned clothes store, she noticed that he looked an awful lot like those armored soldiers from the UNSC propaganda she had seen. Silver numbers, though scratched and worn by many battles, still proudly presented three numbers: 334. This was a Spartan, one of the near-mythical supersoldiers the UNSC had created to fight the Covenant more than six years ago.*

*His imposing figure made him look like a Greek war god - but, if the stories she had heard were to be believed, he was much stronger and more capable than any of Homer's so-called "deities." Yet, despite his imposing figure, he brought a calming aura as he approached her. For such a large figure clad from head to toe in heavy battle armor, he was surprisingly gentle.*

*On his shoulder was a perfectly symmetrical image of a wolf, seemingly drawn in a Norse or Nordic artstyle.*

Galene: *calms down and stares at at the wolf on his shoulder*

Harrison: "I'm here to help. Call me Spectre, or Commander. What's your name?"

(Note: Spartans can't be commissioned officers with some exceptions, so the highest rank an average Spartan can be is Commander. This is different from Spartan Commander, which isn't as much of a formal rank as it is a semi-formal title denoting authority beyond that of the average Marine Commander. Harrison is one of these Spartan Commanders)

Galene: G-galene......

Harrison: "That's a nice name. Are you injured?"

(Remind me, how old is Galene?)

(16)
Galene: No....