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Name:Treia Bracken (Treh-ya) (Obvious.)
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species/Racial Origin: Human / Caucasian
Social Class/Community Status: Lower class, militant
Language: English, High school Spanish
Physical Description
5"10, 150 lbs, he is more or less the underweight beanpole you'd expect him to be. Treia has the common man's hazel-brown hair with matching eyes of the same colour. He likes to keep it long enough, but never past his eyebrows. That'd impair his vision and make him look emo, and that wasn't his thing. He has muscle, but not a lot, so he prefers the least amount of equipment possible. Treia tries to speak less when around people or situations he isn't familiar with, but is quite open with his friends.
He tends to wear a simple white undershirt and matching boxers when casual. Otherwise, he's probably in his uniform.
Skills/Talents: Thinks quickly. He hates studying and the like, but could probably do any educational work you asked of him. Just ask nicely.
Favourites/Likes: Smart people. Staying alive, enjoying life, staying in the background.
Most Hated/Dislikes: Stupidity, showing off, telling people what to do.
Fears: Large body of water.
Religion/Beliefs: Atheist
Sexual Preference/Experience/Values: Straight
Education/Special Training: High School Education, 2 years of college.
Place/Type of Residence: Military bunker
Occupation: Soldier
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Treia Bracken
A tall, lanky brown haired man who thinks fast but speaks less.
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Wing City Lake: Beach
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by HitoriRaven
Description
So begins...
Treia Bracken's Story
"Tool-redneck? I mean, Patchi? Dude, right, left, then down the stairs. Or cover upstairs." Treia shouted into the radio. He then yelled down through the trap door. "Kam, Res, start evac on those people!" He ran over to the dead soldiers, scrambling for a rifle. Getting ahold of it, He grabbed the other, and ejected the mag before tossing them down to Kam. "In a pinch! It might be a bit busted from the fall..." He faced the door again, rifle at the ready. Man, that alarm.
Treia was unwilling to relinquish the door. "Kam, Res, we need them out, now! I don't know if I can hold this door for too long when shit gets serious." He also couldn't resist throwing a comment into the radio. "I've got no real problem with you, but who's the one trying to have a swag off with a certain shirtless man?" Oh god. This mission had gone to hell quickly.
"Alright, alright. Thanks Patch, just keep holding them down till we get these guys out!" He heard Kam's voice behind him. "When you get these guys out, head up. I'll cover the back." By now, more guards had come rushing into the hall Treia was covering. He took a deep breath, braced himself, and fired his rifle down the hall, cutting down the guards who were unlucky enough to be in the hall. He yelled again into the radio. "Cap, we got evac, at least?"
"You heard the man, Kam. Get as many people out as you can. I'll cover you for however much ammo I got." Treia looked around. "You've got 10 minutes. Feel free to take 15. Now get back down there." He talked into the radio before taking a few potshots at some guards. "Patch, try to distract em."
Throughout the ten minutes, Treia had been carefully burst-firing his ammo. However, he was about to run out. "You still got 5 more from me, more if you toss me your gun. Verdict's Patch's." He called into the radio. "What's the situation up there?"
"Go, go, fucking go!" Treia had long ago tossed aside his rifle, and was using his pistol to suppress the guards still trying to get through the hall. "Get out! I'm right behind you!" He was ready to kick the door closed and fire a few more rounds through it after the group began up the stairs.
Treia caught the rifle, sparing a few more bullets through the door to keep back any of those guards with ideas as they heard the door slam. He rushed up after the group, but was unable to see. "The fuck is it, Kam, Patch?"
"Kam!" As he saw his friend wounded on the ground, something snapped inside of him. Treia ignored the slaves retreating behind him, but the temperature in the surrounding area got colder. Just about freezing, in fact. And when he pulled the rifle's trigger, the bullets that shot out were on fire, heading straight for Yubon. "You fucker! I...we're not gonna die here! Now get the fuck out of our way!" Of course, after the bullets left the gun, the rifle was completely burnt and useless. Treia didn't notice that quite yet though.
Unfortunately, even if Treia wanted to pull the same trick again, he couldn't. The direct area was already too cold, and thus all he could do was throw the useless rifle at the door to slow it slightly, and cover up and hope for the best. The door quite soundly hit him, knocking him over. It took up a decent part of the hallway behind him, and thus there would be no going back for the remainder of this fight. However, Treia was too busy getting ahold of himself to even consider running.
Treia tried to shake himself off as three gunshots pierced his eardrums. Considering the mountain was unarmed last he checked, that was either Patch, Kam, or the guards. He hoped it was one of the first two. As he pressed himself against the wall, slowly steadying himself up, Treia grabbed his unused pistol with his right hand. His left was numb and bleeding from taking the majority of the door blow. Struggling forward on the way, he steadied his still dizzy aim, and fired. Thankfully, the target was humongous, and at least one bullet from the full clip would probably hit Yukon, in addition to any of Kam's.
Almost as if drunk, Treia stumbled towards the main door. Kam had his the giant man dead on, but who knew if that would last. He urged the other slaves on. "Go, you dumb fuckers! This is your chance at freedom, or die by that big-ass murderer. Those who want to be free and live, follow me!" He swayed over to Kam, kneeling next to the man, with a grin surprisingly on his face. "Need some help there, bro?"
"That's right, you bastard. We got him. Let's go home and sleep. You can even cuddle with Res if you want. I'm sure she won't mind." His grin widened, happy for a chance to make fun of his friend in the middle of a battle. He helped Kam towards the copter, and when they arrived, he let go, assuming someone would help his friend up.
With all the energy he had left, Treia turned around towards the dying Yubon, and did a one armed pelvic thrust at the man. He also flipped him off, before pulling himself into the copter. "Take that, you motherfucker! Everyone on board?"
With all the energy he had left, Treia turned around towards the dying Yubon, and did a one armed pelvic thrust at the man. He also flipped him off, before pulling himself into the copter. "Take that, you motherfucker! Everyone on board?"
The setting changes from The Maw to Dark Woods
Treia hopped out of the truck as well, following Kam inside. "Fine, bro. Switch me bunks. There's no way you're gonna be able to climb." Which was ironic, because his own arm was wrapped tightly. He managed to climb up to Kam's bed, flopping down on it. "True that. Fucking hard day. You think all the missions will be as shitty as that one?"
"Oh, the definitely didn't give us enough back up. Fuck these guys. I would've given one of my pistols to have our whole squad, dumb as some of them are." He stared up at the ceiling. "Maybe, but you gotta think that that lady has been through shit. She probably thought we were some other slavers or something."
"And yeah, but at least we did what we could. I mean, we had three people, and then four. Cap doesn't count because all he did was sit on his ass. I'm glad to know where to go, but I'm pretty sure he was useless during that mission." Treia let out a chuckle. "You want to hit everyone, man. Don't try it, though. You'll probably start bleeding again."
He glanced over at the man. "The fuck? A newbie?" He echoed Kam's sentiments. "We're not dead yet." He raised his injured arm for emphasis. "But stick around long enough and you might."
"And yeah, but at least we did what we could. I mean, we had three people, and then four. Cap doesn't count because all he did was sit on his ass. I'm glad to know where to go, but I'm pretty sure he was useless during that mission." Treia let out a chuckle. "You want to hit everyone, man. Don't try it, though. You'll probably start bleeding again."
He glanced over at the man. "The fuck? A newbie?" He echoed Kam's sentiments. "We're not dead yet." He raised his injured arm for emphasis. "But stick around long enough and you might."
Treia nods down to Kam. "I know, man. I mentioned it before we left. He's on the squad, so it's fucking stupid that he's not down there with us." Letting out a small sigh, he shakes his head. "To be honest, I guess I'm glad Cap's here. Support is support, we probably don't really want him down there with us."
Rolling onto his stomach, Treia gave Gabriel a proper look over. As Kam mentioned the rest of the squad, he coughed out a laugh. He whispered inconspicuously to the new man, "Don't let him fool you. He's actually a big softie, and that ditzy broad is his crush."
Dropping his injured arm over the bunk, he waved vaguely. "I dunno, Kam. I like this guy already. At least he knows he's a meat shield, AND he's admitted he's fail. At least he's capable of it, unlike some people in our squad."
Rolling onto his stomach, Treia gave Gabriel a proper look over. As Kam mentioned the rest of the squad, he coughed out a laugh. He whispered inconspicuously to the new man, "Don't let him fool you. He's actually a big softie, and that ditzy broad is his crush."
Dropping his injured arm over the bunk, he waved vaguely. "I dunno, Kam. I like this guy already. At least he knows he's a meat shield, AND he's admitted he's fail. At least he's capable of it, unlike some people in our squad."
Treia glared fake daggers at the man, returning his fake gun. "I always keep it real, bro." He nodded. "Well, you two have fun, but I'm fucking worn. I'm gonna hit it." He slipped under the covers and closed his eyes.
The setting changes from Dark Woods to The Hidden Glen
Treia slipped into the cafeteria after Rescha, holding back a laugh. Boy, what he had seen, and a little of what he'd heard. Gold. Pure gold. As he entered, he noticed a new face. Not feeling hungry, he simply sat down at the table with everyone else. "Newbie?"
Treia almost took offense, but he was in a good mood. "Yeah, yeah. We'll see who's laughing on your first mission, buddy. If you can actually fucking do something, all the better." He passed Rescha, touching her on the shoulder gently. "I've been okay, but not as well as you." He winked, but his heart wasn't into it right now. "Good on you, Res. That's fucking resolve, being a sniper." Wow. She had probably talked to Kam about that, and he must've missed it.
Sitting down casually next to Dragon, he gave a small nod. "Sup." Patchi's comment on the mission had rung few bells. They were a team, and they should probably at least try to get along.
Sitting down casually next to Dragon, he gave a small nod. "Sup." Patchi's comment on the mission had rung few bells. They were a team, and they should probably at least try to get along.