Name: Johnathan Trigun the second
Age: 23
Species: Utran
Sex: Male
Rank: Lieutenant
Height: 5"7
Appearance: The heavy suit of battle armor I inherited from my father inscribed with the slogan "by the power of truth i while living have conquered the universe"
Bio: I don't remember my dad. He died when I was too young. I know he was an Afrena. After he died my mom wasn't all there herself. When she wasn't crying, she was drunk. I joined a local gang. My job was that of a graffiti artist- posting anti-authority messages on walls with spray paint. Eventually I got caught and was in jail for some time for vandalism and treason. The charges of treason were later reduced to disobedience after it was found out who my father had been. When I was released 6 years later, my crew had disbanded and I was changed anyway. I enrolled in the academy, and then joined the military with the dream of becoming an Afrena like my father. However, I've yet to be accepted into the ranks. For that matter, I've failed to make rank ONCE, still at a the position of a Academy Graduate Lieutenant. I've proven not to be as good at being a soldier as at being a graffiti artist, but with the outbreak of violence from the Dreshi I hope to prove myself as a commander, and eventually be accepted as a Afrena.
Weapon training: Assault Weapons
Primary Weapon: My own handmade assault rifle. It is a human AK47, modified to shoot faster, but at shorter ranges. It fires at 700 rounds per minute, and it's muzzle velocity is 800 meters per second. I have also attached a short range flame thrower (effective only to 20 meters). I have built 100 round drum magazines compatible with it's ammunition feeding mechanism.
Secondary Weapon: My simple crowbar that I used to use to break into stores to steal paint during my gang days. Using it in combat for the military serves as a reminder to me of how far I have risen from those days and how far I'm yet to rise.
Age: 23
Species: Utran
Sex: Male
Rank: Lieutenant
Height: 5"7
Appearance: The heavy suit of battle armor I inherited from my father inscribed with the slogan "by the power of truth i while living have conquered the universe"
Bio: I don't remember my dad. He died when I was too young. I know he was an Afrena. After he died my mom wasn't all there herself. When she wasn't crying, she was drunk. I joined a local gang. My job was that of a graffiti artist- posting anti-authority messages on walls with spray paint. Eventually I got caught and was in jail for some time for vandalism and treason. The charges of treason were later reduced to disobedience after it was found out who my father had been. When I was released 6 years later, my crew had disbanded and I was changed anyway. I enrolled in the academy, and then joined the military with the dream of becoming an Afrena like my father. However, I've yet to be accepted into the ranks. For that matter, I've failed to make rank ONCE, still at a the position of a Academy Graduate Lieutenant. I've proven not to be as good at being a soldier as at being a graffiti artist, but with the outbreak of violence from the Dreshi I hope to prove myself as a commander, and eventually be accepted as a Afrena.
Weapon training: Assault Weapons
Primary Weapon: My own handmade assault rifle. It is a human AK47, modified to shoot faster, but at shorter ranges. It fires at 700 rounds per minute, and it's muzzle velocity is 800 meters per second. I have also attached a short range flame thrower (effective only to 20 meters). I have built 100 round drum magazines compatible with it's ammunition feeding mechanism.
Secondary Weapon: My simple crowbar that I used to use to break into stores to steal paint during my gang days. Using it in combat for the military serves as a reminder to me of how far I have risen from those days and how far I'm yet to rise.
This is the first rp or whatever I've done so I'll have to sorta learn as I go along.
and my msn's not letting me sign on 
