Ht: 5'9
Eye Color: Black
Hair: Very little hair and 5 o'clock shadow. Brown
Toned muscular
Scar going around his neck from being hanged by Taliban in Afghanistan. Some how survived
Weight: 170lbs
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Kelly Ciar
American OGA Sniper/Demolitions
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Blackrock
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Holtzmann
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Description
Personality
Very laid back and the joker of the group of operatives. Makes fun of everyone and can drink them all under the table.
Equipment
M14 DMR:
Leupold Mk 4 3.5-10x40mm M1 Mil Dot
Mini RMR sight mounted on top of Leupold scope
All moving devices of a match grade.
Match grade barrel.
Harris HEBR Swivel Bipod 6" - 9"
Glock 17 Gen4:
Fitted grip
Match trigger
Internals upgraded
Melee/CQB:
Biodag (Dirk) motto inscribed on it: DISCE PATI (Learn to Suffer)
Plate Carrier outfitted with Reactive Armor HERCULES.
Body Armor Level 5 (Lighter than level 3 upgraded for cut/stab resistance w better ballistic protection)
Armadillo Skin (Protection from harmful x rays, cutting attacks, etc)
History
After his short 4 year term with the USMC he moved into the Mercenary line of work with Black Water. Was hand chosen by the Secretary of Defense from thousands of others to be sent onto the 4 man team. He left the Corps after being hanged by the Taliban in Afghanistan. The hanging did not kill him and only left a nasty scar on his neck from being hung for six hours before being saved by 3/6 Marines. Medically cleared for his continued deployment as a Designated Marksman.
Abilities:
Accelerated Healing Process.
Enhanced Strength
Enhanced Combat
Enhanced Agility
Enhanced Dexterity
Enhanced breathing
Call Sign: Capn
Official Release: KIA South America.
So begins...
Kelly Ciar's Story
The Irish American man stumbled into the bar obviously drunk by the bloodshot eyes and the fact that he was losing most of his balance as he entered. He was wearing a fleece jacket and jeans. A pair of combat boots on his feet and a plate carrier with various pouches on his chest. The sniper rifle was secured to his back with his sling. The mp7 secured in its holster.
"Well I tink I fond teh place." Captain said as he tripped over a chair surprisingly landing in a forward shoulder roll and getting back up as he made his way drunkenly towards Geist.
"Well I tink I fond teh place." Captain said as he tripped over a chair surprisingly landing in a forward shoulder roll and getting back up as he made his way drunkenly towards Geist.
"I don't like to rub one out alone laddy. Only reason I come out of the old pen." The Irish man yelled quite clearly his accent spot on for an drunken Irish man, while Geist was helping him onto a stool.
"Pobaly at the port drunk to teir skivvies. I believe I won though. Fife handles of the old stone and I walk still." The Irish man said his voice raising as he did so not realizing it was.
He belched over the counter on one of the machines, a greenish liquid spraying everywhere. Once he finished he wiped his mouth and face with the sleeve of the jacket before collapsing on the counter blacked out.
He belched over the counter on one of the machines, a greenish liquid spraying everywhere. Once he finished he wiped his mouth and face with the sleeve of the jacket before collapsing on the counter blacked out.
The Irish American hit the break on the M1114 Humvee as hit well drifted somewhat more or less tilted on it's side riding on two wheels the only thing stopping it from rolling over was the light pole it fell on. Three men clambered out. One wore a German flag on his plate carrier, one with an American flag and another with the Australian flag each of the men were head to toe ready for a fight.
The Captain (Kelly Ciar) stood brushing himself up looking at the Humvee now on it's side admiring his handy work.
"Pretty good if I say so for myself. I only had one handle of whiskey before we left." The Irish man beaming as the other two chaps rubbed their heads and checked themselves.
The Captain (Kelly Ciar) stood brushing himself up looking at the Humvee now on it's side admiring his handy work.
"Pretty good if I say so for myself. I only had one handle of whiskey before we left." The Irish man beaming as the other two chaps rubbed their heads and checked themselves.
"Right here missy why you calling my old lady a piece of shit." The Irish stopping his laugh to stare at the women that now shouted at him.
"That was a bad idea in hindsight, I still want to blow up the snow man though. I don't know why we put water and Lithium ion batteries into the same humvee." Captain seemed rather calm about it he wasn't going to let his anger out on any old thing.
The Irish American walked into the bar humming to himself an old irish tune. He made his way to the counter towards the women that sat there in the clearly tactical look.
"Wouldn't happen to know anything about cooking or cleaning would ya ma'am?" Kelly said as he made his approach.
"Wouldn't happen to know anything about cooking or cleaning would ya ma'am?" Kelly said as he made his approach.
"When did women start playing with guns?" The Irish man wondered out loud. He looked over to the Russian, nodding in his direction and then looked at the women.
"Fine fine, no need to get your panties in a fuss miss." Kelly said as he began to drink his handle of whiskey.
Kelly Ciar walked in the modified Remington 700 bolt action rifle hung from his chest by a one point sling. The rifle had a cheek rest with loose .308 rounds in the individual round keepers. A variable optic Leupold scope sat on top. This rifle had no bipod on it but Ciar did not really need it.
The top half of the Irish man was covered in a Ghillie suit which covered his head, torso and arms. The mag pouches were visible on the chest as was the plate carrier.
He and his gear was covered in mud, grass stains and various other things from a recent op. He smelled horrid as well from crawling through sewage and rotting corpses from a recent massacre sight.
He stood in the doorway merely looking around at the patrons.
The top half of the Irish man was covered in a Ghillie suit which covered his head, torso and arms. The mag pouches were visible on the chest as was the plate carrier.
He and his gear was covered in mud, grass stains and various other things from a recent op. He smelled horrid as well from crawling through sewage and rotting corpses from a recent massacre sight.
He stood in the doorway merely looking around at the patrons.
"One hell further away from home then the last lad" The Irish American spoke as he stirred from the other side of the table by Sacha.
"Well suppose it ain't the real name of this shit hole of a planet. Locals call it Terra. But it ain't no Ireland women aren't nearly as beautiful. Like that lass over there looks like she was on the botch end of a robbery." Kelly spoke rather fast his accent present even though he was part American.
"Gambits bar my fine sir. More likely to be shot here then in a war zone or have your intestines ripped out by some evil demon slut harpy." Kelly went on when the man asked another question.
"This world or at least this bar be the melting pot of many worlds. Always some new face or creature coming through this way. Though many don't wish to be here." Kelly said as he sighed
"No not the alcohol! Why did you waste such a precious thing lad?" Kelly spit out as he watched the bottle fly through the air.
"Yeah remember the one android lass that choked you out with her thighs." Kelly laughed as he gave his own warning to the Marine.
Kelly gnullot up from his chair having enough of this shit as he made his way over to the small child in crouched run weaving in and out of the tables. He held the mp7 in one hand. He took a low kneeling position next to the kid that was being harassed by Rose earlier.
"Wouldn't happen to need some luck right about now lad?" Kelly asked the child as he looked around keeping his head low and the weapon at the ready.
"Wouldn't happen to need some luck right about now lad?" Kelly asked the child as he looked around keeping his head low and the weapon at the ready.
"Looks like the blarney stone has some luck in it after all then." Kelly scooped up the small child in his free arm slowly making his way back to the table that held Sacha and Hiro. He first sat the child down in the free chair next to his.
Then dug through his bag that set next to his chair, pulling out a bottle of lemonade and handing it to the lad.
Then dug through his bag that set next to his chair, pulling out a bottle of lemonade and handing it to the lad.