Post by Salvahkiin on Aug 27, 2015 3:53:55 GMT -5
//* LOADING *//
//* UNSC/UNSCDF/HIGHCOM/HEADHUNTER *//
//* SPARTANV/AN141/ *//
//* HEAVILY CLASSIFIED *//
Full Name: Raphael Draper
Call-sign: AN-141
Nickname(s): N/A
Species: Human
Homeworld: Reach
Age: 32
Sex: Male
Height:
Weight:
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Hair Style: Scruffy yet somewhat short.
Facial Hair: Cleanly shaven, he also shaves every morning.
Skin Color: Pale
Build: Very Muscular.
Distinguishing Features: Heavily disfigured right side of face.
Allegiance: United Nations Space Command
Rank: Colonel
Assigned Squad: -In Transit-
MOS: Headhunter
Assignment: The Violent Serenity
Basic Training: SPARTAN-V Program, SPARTAN Officer Training, Headhunter Program.
Armor: MJOLNIR GEN3 Powered Armour System/HELIOSKRILL Variant
Weaponry: M399 Designated Marksman Rifle, M6H Sidearm, Energy Dagger.
Other Equipment: N/A
Vehicle: Prefers either a Mongoose or Hornet.
Assigned A.I.: Jupiter. A Smart A.I.
Religious Belief: Atheist
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Uninterested
Personality: Colonel Draper is known for his ability to inspire. He's a natural born leader, if unorthodox. He's seen people die or become wounded under his command, and so he has a tendency to not get attached. He shows no sign of post-trauma stress, but I advise to keep an eye on his mental stability over the next few years.
Born on Reach in 2628, Raphael's pedigree was elite. His father, a highly commended Orbital Drop Shock Trooper, and his grandfather, even after losing a leg to the Covenant, was still active in the UNSC, and served as a lower ranked Admiral. Raphael's father was luckily able to raise his son. He was mildly allergic to Cytoprethaline, and always had blisters and slight trouble breathing when coming out of cryosleep. He fought through it though, but as soon as his son was born, he handed in his medical release forms, and attempted to live a civilian life with his wife and son.
Raphael lived a very active childhood, he was naturally bigger than other children, he was smarter and stronger, too. This made him perfect. Perfect for the SPARTAN Program. As Raphael overheard one time: "This child would've been a candidate for the SPARTAN-II Program, he's gonna be one hell of a weapon." Raphael's pedigree had never included a SPARTAN before, and Raphael's father accepted the UNSC's offer.
And so he was shipped off to the other side of Reach, to a specialised academy for SPARTAN-V trainees. On the first day, he worked on forming strong bonds with the group he was assigned with. After a few months of training, they were properly moved into positions, and Raphael was made squad leader, the instructors having taken note of his quick thinking, and how he inspired courage into the rest of the squad, although it isn't exactly hard to inspire a group of 7 year olds.
Even before Raphael was shipped off to SPARTAN school, he had heard the tales of the SPARTANs. John-117, B-312, Kelly-087, Linda-058, and Kurt-051. His father used to tell their stories to Raphael when he went to sleep. He'd always ask for more of the story, but theirs were long, and arduous. He'd be like the SPARTANs that he had heard of, Humanity's most lethal weapon. This just drove him to work harder.
Through the years of training, it couldn't be more obvious, Raphael was a natural-born leader. He'd always taken the helm, and led his squad to victory consistently. Whenever they were arranged into larger groups, the others looked to Raphael. Failure was never an option, and failure almost never occurred.
After nearly a decade of the most intense training the UNSC could offer, their class was ready for the augmentation process that truly made the SPARTANs what they are. When Raphael came out of it, he recovered very quickly, far quicker than anyone would've assumed. He showed zero sign of implant rejection, and was into the second part of his training within the month.
Raphael was shipped off to Installation 05, along with the squad he was assigned with. They at least had a designation now, Echo Squad. Echo was dropped feet first into combat, their first combat situation had started as soon as they got on the ground, the squad of 9 was faced with twice as many ODSTs, and while they had lost their signature move of dropping in right on top of their enemy, they were not something to be underestimated. Nothing should be underestimated, Raphael had that drilled into him. 'Always proceed with caution', his favourite instructor had said.
Raphael instinctively took point. He formulated a plan. Three SPARTANs would act as a decoy to lead the ODSTs into an ambush, where three SPARTANs would sit waiting on each side of a ridge. It worked, most were led into the ridge, and were promptly shot down. No damage was done, they were of course stun rounds, they didn't want to hurt their fellow soldiers. After the exercise, they were escorted to the Romulus Combat Academy, SPARTAN Division. Not all of their SPARTAN Class was shipped to Romulus Academy, only half of the class was sent to Installation 05 itself, the other half was sent to Onyx. Four squads were sent to Romulus, it was one of the more prestigious academies.
Echo consistently completed assignments and combat exercises with continuous precision and high accuracy. They were a force, a united force. All members of the squad worked in perfect symbiance, they knew eachother's body language, and they knew their roles.
When Raphael turned eighteen, he had a choice. Get aboard a ship, and go to war, or become an Officer, a leader, a commander. He knew his calling, and he decided that Officer Training would be the better option. He was shipped off to the Keyes Academy for Officers. It felt foreign to him, it was the first time he really mingled with other UNSC personnel that weren't fellow SPARTANs. He was treated delicately, and with a sense of awe and respect, but at the same time, fear. He wasn't exactly alone, there was a single SPARTAN in his class, Lillian, AM-914. She was really the only one he talked to, all the other officers in training didn't speak to Raphael any more than they had to. He kept to himself for the better part of the year, until he decided to attempt to mingle with the 'normal' folk.
Raphael asked to join a game of soccer, and the others, not wanting to be offensive, let him play. He was a great boon to the team, he scored four goals himself. But on his fifth attempt, he kicked his very hardest, and the ball hit the goalie directly in the face, at a hundred miles an hour. It broke his jaw, nose, and shattered part of his skull. He died. The UNSC decided not to take action, decreeing it a fatal accident. The others now refused to talk to him. Raphael finished his training quickly, and was shipped to a Strident-class frigate, the UNSC Exodus. He was put into command of a fireteam.
Raphael worked his way up, rank after rank, position after position, battle after battle. Draper had a near perfect track record. Any operation that he led, often ended in success. He wasn't without failure however. He had a record for playing loose with accepted strategy. His methods and means were sometimes questionable, but he got the job done.
His reputation earned him an offer. One that officially was never offered, to join the Headhunter Program. He accepted, and he officially disappeared. It was slightly difficult for Draper to adjust, but he did, eventually. His first operation went without a hitch. He was deployed with standard ground forces, and all seemed normal. Until he went AWOL. He snuck deep behind enemy lines, and in the span of one early morning, eliminated the commanders of the battle they were fighting. He found his way back to the UNSC the next night, and was reprimanded, heavily. After the issue was sorted, and the commander was essentially told by his superiors to let it go. The battle proceeded to be a major victory, but Raphael did not stay to witness it, and took the first transport off the planet.
Not all of his missions went so flawlessly, but all were successes. He's had to shoot his way out of enemy lines, he's been spotted, and on one occasion had to fight another SPARTAN, but he's lived yet. But not all were flawless. Years ago, the last time he took his helmet off behind enemy lines, one soldier threw a grenade, and it exploded, heavily scarring Raphael's face. Raphael killed the soldier, and fought his way out through incredible pain. He could've gotten it healed completely, but chose to leave it, a reminder of his failure, a reminder of weakness. It does not hinder him, he's made whole Insurrectionist groups disappear since.
//* UNSC/UNSCDF/HIGHCOM/HEADHUNTER *//
//* SPARTANV/AN141/ *//
//* HEAVILY CLASSIFIED *//
Colonel Raphael Draper
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Full Name: Raphael Draper
Call-sign: AN-141
Nickname(s): N/A
Species: Human
Homeworld: Reach
Age: 32
Sex: Male
Height:
- Unarmoured - 7'0/213cm
- Armoured - 7'4/223cm
Weight:
- Unarmoured - 350lbs/160kg
- Armoured - 1058lbs/480kg
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Hair Style: Scruffy yet somewhat short.
Facial Hair: Cleanly shaven, he also shaves every morning.
Skin Color: Pale
Build: Very Muscular.
Distinguishing Features: Heavily disfigured right side of face.
Allegiance: United Nations Space Command
Rank: Colonel
Assigned Squad: -In Transit-
MOS: Headhunter
Assignment: The Violent Serenity
Basic Training: SPARTAN-V Program, SPARTAN Officer Training, Headhunter Program.
Armor: MJOLNIR GEN3 Powered Armour System/HELIOSKRILL Variant
Weaponry: M399 Designated Marksman Rifle, M6H Sidearm, Energy Dagger.
Other Equipment: N/A
Vehicle: Prefers either a Mongoose or Hornet.
Assigned A.I.: Jupiter. A Smart A.I.
Religious Belief: Atheist
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Uninterested
Personality: Colonel Draper is known for his ability to inspire. He's a natural born leader, if unorthodox. He's seen people die or become wounded under his command, and so he has a tendency to not get attached. He shows no sign of post-trauma stress, but I advise to keep an eye on his mental stability over the next few years.
Born on Reach in 2628, Raphael's pedigree was elite. His father, a highly commended Orbital Drop Shock Trooper, and his grandfather, even after losing a leg to the Covenant, was still active in the UNSC, and served as a lower ranked Admiral. Raphael's father was luckily able to raise his son. He was mildly allergic to Cytoprethaline, and always had blisters and slight trouble breathing when coming out of cryosleep. He fought through it though, but as soon as his son was born, he handed in his medical release forms, and attempted to live a civilian life with his wife and son.
Raphael lived a very active childhood, he was naturally bigger than other children, he was smarter and stronger, too. This made him perfect. Perfect for the SPARTAN Program. As Raphael overheard one time: "This child would've been a candidate for the SPARTAN-II Program, he's gonna be one hell of a weapon." Raphael's pedigree had never included a SPARTAN before, and Raphael's father accepted the UNSC's offer.
And so he was shipped off to the other side of Reach, to a specialised academy for SPARTAN-V trainees. On the first day, he worked on forming strong bonds with the group he was assigned with. After a few months of training, they were properly moved into positions, and Raphael was made squad leader, the instructors having taken note of his quick thinking, and how he inspired courage into the rest of the squad, although it isn't exactly hard to inspire a group of 7 year olds.
Even before Raphael was shipped off to SPARTAN school, he had heard the tales of the SPARTANs. John-117, B-312, Kelly-087, Linda-058, and Kurt-051. His father used to tell their stories to Raphael when he went to sleep. He'd always ask for more of the story, but theirs were long, and arduous. He'd be like the SPARTANs that he had heard of, Humanity's most lethal weapon. This just drove him to work harder.
Through the years of training, it couldn't be more obvious, Raphael was a natural-born leader. He'd always taken the helm, and led his squad to victory consistently. Whenever they were arranged into larger groups, the others looked to Raphael. Failure was never an option, and failure almost never occurred.
After nearly a decade of the most intense training the UNSC could offer, their class was ready for the augmentation process that truly made the SPARTANs what they are. When Raphael came out of it, he recovered very quickly, far quicker than anyone would've assumed. He showed zero sign of implant rejection, and was into the second part of his training within the month.
Raphael was shipped off to Installation 05, along with the squad he was assigned with. They at least had a designation now, Echo Squad. Echo was dropped feet first into combat, their first combat situation had started as soon as they got on the ground, the squad of 9 was faced with twice as many ODSTs, and while they had lost their signature move of dropping in right on top of their enemy, they were not something to be underestimated. Nothing should be underestimated, Raphael had that drilled into him. 'Always proceed with caution', his favourite instructor had said.
Raphael instinctively took point. He formulated a plan. Three SPARTANs would act as a decoy to lead the ODSTs into an ambush, where three SPARTANs would sit waiting on each side of a ridge. It worked, most were led into the ridge, and were promptly shot down. No damage was done, they were of course stun rounds, they didn't want to hurt their fellow soldiers. After the exercise, they were escorted to the Romulus Combat Academy, SPARTAN Division. Not all of their SPARTAN Class was shipped to Romulus Academy, only half of the class was sent to Installation 05 itself, the other half was sent to Onyx. Four squads were sent to Romulus, it was one of the more prestigious academies.
Echo consistently completed assignments and combat exercises with continuous precision and high accuracy. They were a force, a united force. All members of the squad worked in perfect symbiance, they knew eachother's body language, and they knew their roles.
When Raphael turned eighteen, he had a choice. Get aboard a ship, and go to war, or become an Officer, a leader, a commander. He knew his calling, and he decided that Officer Training would be the better option. He was shipped off to the Keyes Academy for Officers. It felt foreign to him, it was the first time he really mingled with other UNSC personnel that weren't fellow SPARTANs. He was treated delicately, and with a sense of awe and respect, but at the same time, fear. He wasn't exactly alone, there was a single SPARTAN in his class, Lillian, AM-914. She was really the only one he talked to, all the other officers in training didn't speak to Raphael any more than they had to. He kept to himself for the better part of the year, until he decided to attempt to mingle with the 'normal' folk.
Raphael asked to join a game of soccer, and the others, not wanting to be offensive, let him play. He was a great boon to the team, he scored four goals himself. But on his fifth attempt, he kicked his very hardest, and the ball hit the goalie directly in the face, at a hundred miles an hour. It broke his jaw, nose, and shattered part of his skull. He died. The UNSC decided not to take action, decreeing it a fatal accident. The others now refused to talk to him. Raphael finished his training quickly, and was shipped to a Strident-class frigate, the UNSC Exodus. He was put into command of a fireteam.
Raphael worked his way up, rank after rank, position after position, battle after battle. Draper had a near perfect track record. Any operation that he led, often ended in success. He wasn't without failure however. He had a record for playing loose with accepted strategy. His methods and means were sometimes questionable, but he got the job done.
His reputation earned him an offer. One that officially was never offered, to join the Headhunter Program. He accepted, and he officially disappeared. It was slightly difficult for Draper to adjust, but he did, eventually. His first operation went without a hitch. He was deployed with standard ground forces, and all seemed normal. Until he went AWOL. He snuck deep behind enemy lines, and in the span of one early morning, eliminated the commanders of the battle they were fighting. He found his way back to the UNSC the next night, and was reprimanded, heavily. After the issue was sorted, and the commander was essentially told by his superiors to let it go. The battle proceeded to be a major victory, but Raphael did not stay to witness it, and took the first transport off the planet.
Not all of his missions went so flawlessly, but all were successes. He's had to shoot his way out of enemy lines, he's been spotted, and on one occasion had to fight another SPARTAN, but he's lived yet. But not all were flawless. Years ago, the last time he took his helmet off behind enemy lines, one soldier threw a grenade, and it exploded, heavily scarring Raphael's face. Raphael killed the soldier, and fought his way out through incredible pain. He could've gotten it healed completely, but chose to leave it, a reminder of his failure, a reminder of weakness. It does not hinder him, he's made whole Insurrectionist groups disappear since.