Earth's last rain of hope. (Halo rp)

[Wintent]

Wintent sat up with a yawn. She stretched her arms above her head., she stood up and went to change and brush her teeth. Once she was finished she pulled her hair into a ponytail. She did some stretches to wake up then went to get breakfast.

 

[Nightwish]

Character Form
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Name:Tyler
Gender:M
Age:24
Race:Human
Appearance:


Rank: Coporal
Guns: sniper, rifle
Personality:Grumpy half the time, strong and bulky, smart. Tough on people.
History:TBR

 

[Nightwish]

Wintent sat up with a yawn. She stretched her arms above her head., she stood up and went to change and brush her teeth. Once she was finished she pulled her hair into a ponytail. She did some stretches to wake up then went to get breakfast.

Tyler shoved her out of the way roughly, "You need to quicker." He growled, continuing his way.

 

[Nightwish]

Kyra briskly walked down to the food line. She got bacon, fried potatoes, and two fried eggs with a glad of orange juice. She took her tray and sat down at her normal seat at a table near the middle of the dining hall.

Smantha strolled up to her, with not many portions of food, "May I sit her?" She asked.

 

[MollyBrownROX13]

Smantha strolled up to her, with not many portions of food, "May I sit her?" She asked.

Kyra nodded. She didn't say anything. She took a sip of orange juice. She took a few bites of her eggs.

 

[Wintent]

Tyler shoved her out of the way roughly, "You need to quicker." He growled, continuing his way.

Wintent stumbled a few steps before regaining her balance. She set her eyes into a steely glare at him and muttered a few choice words of her under her breath before continuing on her way, in a sour mood.

 

[Nightwish]

Character Form
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Name:Smantha Jones
Gender:F
Age: 17
Race:Human
Appearance:


Rank: Medic
Guns: Pistol
Personality:Sweet, extremely shy, quiet, helpful and smart.
History:TBR

 

[Nightwish]

Quote: "Thank you." Sammy muttered, sitting down. She was quite quiet.

 

[Nightwish]

Quote: Tyler proceed his way to fetch breakfast and teach the young soldiers.

 

[Wintent]

Tyler proceed his way to fetch breakfast and teach the young soldiers.

Wintent walked to the end of the food line. She crossed her arms as she stood in the line less then patiently.