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Revan Steele

Id rather work in the desert

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a character in “Dawn of the Ancients: The Awakening”, as played by jericho193

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-Name-
Revan Steele

-Age-
27

-Gender-
Male

-Orientation-
Straight

-Role-
Team Leader

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-Equipment-

Revan's equipment is equivalent to the loadout in the two pictures above. He carries his basic assault kit, which includes his CIRAS vest with Level 3A armor, a drop leg holster that also houses his tanto knife as well as another drop leg platform to carry more ammo. The big gun you see him holding is his Multiple Grenade Launcher (MGL) that uses 40mm rounds that vary from High Explosive to Smoke to Light rounds and everything in-between. This is stored on Revan's back for use in various applications.

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The APE is Revan's primary rifle. It is a 5.56mm assault rifle that is completely modular. The 12 inch barrel and folding stock make it very concealable as well. On the APE that is not pictures is a Holotech Sight. A suppressor can also be added to help with stealth. Standard mags hold 30 rounds each. Revan carries 10 mags on him at all times.

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The handgun of Revan's choice is the Kimber Special 1911 chambered in the .45 ACP round. It only holds 8 rounds but is very reliable and accurate. 6 Mags are located through Revan's loadout.

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For close quarters the Cold Steel Trench Hawk can be found in Revan's hands. Stored on his back this weapon can be used as a tool just as much as a weapon. In special circumstances Revan can also throw the Trench Hawk to create a projectile weapon.


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-Likes-

  • Music
  • Reading
  • Movies
  • Shooting
  • Working out


-Dislikes-

  • Liars
  • Cheaters
  • North Korea
  • Snow
  • Mini-Coopers


-Fears-

There is not a whole lot that Revan fears but he is not a fan of water or heights. He is very much at home on the ground. He is also afraid of losing the things that he loves the most.

-Personality-

Revan is a man that has lost enough in his life time. Due to this he can be very somber and lost in thought. When he can he will cover up everything with a smile. Revan will try to joke about everything and finds comfort in the funny things about life. But when push comes to shove he can be very serious. His patience is pretty deep but when his threshold is past Revan is not a man to be toyed with. Revan is huge on honor and respect, although he may joke a lot he will not say anything to offend another person. His trust is also very hard to gain, he tends to pus people away when they try to get close but in Revan's mind thats how it should be. Believe it or not, Revan is also a religious man, but he won't thrust his beliefs on anyone.

-History-

Revan was born in the United States in the deserts of Arizona. There his father taught him how to shoot, hunt, stalk and think. Throughout his young age he also learned how to fight from his uncle who was a martial artist. When Revan could he joined the US Army, he first went into the Rangers and after he was qualified joined up with Special Forces. Shortly after he turned 26 Revan left the Army after a mission had gone wrong, leaving him as the sole-survivor. The guilt has stayed with Revan ever since. He returned home but found that the normal civilian life was just not for him. Revan was put into contact with the Defense Application Corporation and ran contracts with them ever since. When this most recent contract showed up Revan couldn't wait to leave the country again and make some more money that he could send home.


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So begins...

Revan Steele's Story

Setting

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Location: Southern California
Color Code: #1A1457

The cool air surrounding Revan Steele was a very welcome change compared to the extreme temperatures that normally bombarded his body. The extreme dry heat of the Iraqi deserts, the intense cold of Serbia, the unwavering rainfalls of Cambodia, all seemed so distant as he walked in a very modern sushi joint. The smooth lines and simple colors of the theme of the restaurant created a very contemporary feel while telling all the occupants that eating here meant you were with a certain class of people. A class that Revan did not fit at all. He was dressed in a dark grey long-sleeved shirt that was rolled up to his elbows with a well worn pair of jeans covering his lower half. His very used brown Belleville boots and sweat stained Condor Multicam hat finished the working man look that Revan always seemed to be dressed in. While in the civilian world anyways.

When he first entered the male greeter gave Revan a look as if he was lost. It was quite the contrary, he specifically looked for this place in Southern California because he heard the sashimi was world class. He might not look it but Revan enjoys himself when it comes to food or having experiences. He definitely made enough money where he could do so. Revan looked at the young man who was dressed in the common white shirt and black slack combo with a skinny black tie, used his index finger to signify seating for one. The young man paused for a second with a bit of confusion. Revan raised his left eye brow.

"Im sorry..." The boy stammered, "Do you have a reservation?" Revan looked around the establishment and found it to only be at half capacity. The price of the food alone made it hard for even the upper crust to justify having lunch instead of just having dinner later. "Excuse me?" Revan replied, giving the boy the infamous thousand-yard stare. Finally giving in the boy semi murmured, "Uh, um forgive me sir I seem to have found an open spot at the bar..."

As he sat in the plush stadium seat style bar stool Revan found himself at the front of the action. A curved plexiglass display showing what fish was fresh and the chefs preparation table. For a brief moment Revan gave a slight smirk, this was going to be a very welcome departure from the field rations and game he had to eat while spending 9 weeks in the savannas of Africa. A chef emerged from deeper inside the kitchen, dressed in traditional Japanese kitchen garb. Revan nodded his head at the smiling chef.

With genuine warmth he asked, "What can I prepare for you today?" Revan replied as he place 5 green rectangles on the top of the counter," Omakase and keep 100 for yourself." The chef nodded, took the money and went straight to work. Revan watched as he masterfully sliced strips of flesh from fish that was caught mere hours ago. Creating a masterpiece on top of a long white plate. Revan watched in awe at the finesse and the precision of the man's cut and placement.

After a few minutes the chef finished and laid out the plate of his choice fresh fish in front of Revan and bowed his head. Revan bowed back looked at his food and could not believe how after just a few hours of leaving his previous area of operations he was in southern California enjoying the best sushi and sashimi that his area had to offer. He first went for the salmon and savored the flavor in his mouth, he looked back at the chef who was waiting to hear a criticism. Revan made eye contact, smiled and nodded his head.

Revan delicately began to eat the rest, truly enjoying the different styles and types of fish that was laid out on the canvas in front of him. After he finished and felt satisfied Revan thanked the chef and placed another Benjamin on the counter because after the delight his mouth just went through he felt like the chef deserved it.

As Revan was leaving he met the young host again and said,"Next time Ill wear my tailored suit and shave." He handed him 50 bucks, hoping that it would teach the boy not to judge books by their covers. Leaving the establishment Revan had summoned a luxury car for pick up. Revan entered the back of a new Cadillac Escalade, finding himself in that air conditioning that he still wasnt getting use to. Revan rested his eyes because it was about a 45 minute drive to West base.

Thats when all Revan saw and felt was death.

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Location: Southern California
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The atmosphere was dark and grungy. Vision was at a bare minimum, the only light that could be seen was the flickering lights of random fire trails until an abrupt end with a metallic shape that seemed to be engulfed in flames. Unrecognizable jagged shapes jutted out from the ground. Revan realized his vision was blurry, his audio sounded like he was underwater. He shook his head to try to clear things up. Instead all he felt was a throbbing pain in his head. Instinctively, Revan reached for his primary rifle that would be dangling on the front of his plate carrier. Realizing that he was still on his knees, Revan painstakingly tried to stand. His body felt as if it was on fire with sharp pains throughout his body. The rifle he brought up was only half of the rifle that he had originally. The only remaining part of his primary was the lower receiver of his Mk18, the upper part must have caught on something and just ripped off or something. Now was not the time to try to piece together what had happened. Instead he pulled his sidearm from his upper thigh holster and brought it up to the low-ready position. It was a 1911 that was updated for modern combat, he had a light on it but he did not want to turn it on to alert anyone.

Revan could start hearing better, as the muffled sounds became clearer and clearer. He could make out the sounds of metal whining and flames snapping. Electricity cracked and the smell of gasoline filled the air. There was another sound that he was hearing. His eyes widened as Revan realized what it was. Moving forward with one foot in front of the other, he moved towards a source of the miserable cries. Turning around a pile of metal and other things Revan found one of his friends, lying there. Holding his guts. His screams filled the air and thats all that Revan could hear.

Revan jolted awake.

He was still in the back of the black Escalade, in all of its air-conditioned glory. Revan's breathing slowed down a bit as he realized he was just having another episode. Just another reason why he could not sleep. The driver noticed Revan stirring and announced,"We are 30 seconds out sir."

Revan nodded and took in the scenery as the vehicle approached the entrance of the base.