Full Name: Dalton Conway
Name: Dalton-501st
Callsign: Rambo
AI: Chidori
AI Personality: Oftentimes, publically, Chidori is the bane of Dalton's existence. While he, for the most part, is straight and to the point, she has the attentionspan of a small girl, funnily enough. Most of the time, you can see a cut little smile playing her lips and she absolutely has to say everything with enthusiasm regardless of the circumstance. Annoyingly enough, her childlike personality extends to her loyalty, meaning she will always ask Dalton first before she'll do something for someone else, and if he's hurt or genuinely angered, she'll back him up... regardless of how harmless her look is or her higher-pitched voice sounds.
Appearance: Chidori's avatar steals its looks from an old show that once ran on Earth. She glows a bright-blue which might be attributed to the fact that the character she was based on had hair of that same color. She looks no older than twelve and wears a top that shows her bare shoulders, as well as a good chunk of her chest - enough to show cleavage if she had any. At the ends of her sleeves are cuffs, and she even has buttoned straps that go right over her shoulders to keep the shirt up...somewhat. She also owns rather shorter skirt and socks that reach up to her thighs, and finally a pair of brown boots. Her hair would be long had it not been tied up in some assortment of bows.
Age: 35
Height W/O Armor: 6' 4"
Height W/ Armor: 6' 9"
Weight W/O Armor: 276 lbs
Weight W/ Armor: 1013 lbs
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue (Augmented Blue)
Skin Tone: Tan
Notable Physical Traits:
Due to an airborne warthog, Dalton has a scar that runs from his top-right shoulder, diagnally across about half of his chest.
Personality:
Dalton has always been strong, willing, determined and to the point in character. During idle time, he allows himself to joke only a little, but never to an extreme unless he's hit the bottles a bit too much, which can happen when he's stressed to the point of explosion. He's bound by respect, and if you do well in both the battlefield and out, he'll make sure to tell you. However, this also works the other way around, and because this is more often, some tend to dislike his straightforwardness. During 'serious time', he will not tolerate disobedience or jokes as that can lead to the death of his comrades, which is something he had seen far too much and tries his best to avoid. That trait leads some to believe there isn't simply a soldier under there, but a man as well, though he'd never admit to that when he's sober. Because of his experience with both the convenant and human foes alike, he is often your choice to go to if you need advice, leadership or even a sparring partner. Dalton is constantly seen closing his eyes and shaking his head at Chidori, who simply seems to be made for the sole-purpose of annoying him. Her inability to 'talk like an AI should' seems to get on Dalton's bad side quite often. It would almost seem as if he dispised her, except that they can sometimes be shown sharing a father/daughter relationship. After all, one marine made the mistake of insulting her and received quite the beating because of it.
Possibly in realtion to that, he can be seen with a completely uncharacteristic soft side, especially if there has been a recent loss.
Likes:
+ A good drink
+ A mission well done
+ Someone who can earn his respect.
+ A loss rate of 0%
+Chidori
Dislikes:
-Disobedience while on a mission
-Covenant
-Airborne warthogs
-Plasma Weapons
-Chidori
-Disrespect towards Chidori
Quirks: Dalton has an odd way of speech that is slightly reminiscant of people from long ago (You'll see what I mean when he speaks). When very agitated, he has the habit of both outstretching his fingers and clenching his fists, and when in a down mood, you can see him run his hands through his hair. A rumor (spread by Chidori in secret) is that he lays on his back normally, and when unhappy, he switches to his side while he sleeps.
Equipment/Training History: When Dalton was but a six-year old, he was initiated as one of the very last candidates to be thrown into the Spartan-III program. Even at a young age, they put him through obstacle courses and tests that even full-grown marines would be intimidated by, and that was only the beginning. His body pushed to the limit by the daily training that made use of everything his body had by forcing him to run, forcing him to lift and forcing him to succeed made sure that physically, he was perfect. And then they put him through both weapons and martial arts training. His instructor, Sergeant Jinguji, discovered that he had not a single specialty.... he was great with most any weapon, or at first that seemed to be the case. When they developed him further on with higher and more defining tests of weapon proficiencey, they would soon discover he was effective with just about every weapon, though he didn't excel at any one. He was... balanced. Even in CQC, he didnt' favor any one extreme - he'd punch and kick just as often as each other, and he'd defend just as well, which made it neigh impossible for his other Spartan recruits to beat him in that regard.
Dalton would pass the requirements for becoming a Spartan-IV without any need for unecessary extra training, but they did evaluate him, and he's become a little bit better in every regard, but had began showing favor in mid-range combat.
Quite a while later, after many years of combat, the Spartan-IV was granted with the chance to become a Spartan-V. He thought that just like his previous 'Uprgrade', that he'd be able to simply take a short eval and be done with it, but that was not the case, and through rigorous training that equally outdid anything the Spartan-III program threw at him, he was 'upgraded' once more. He still managed the same instructor, however old she was now. This time around, Jinguji decided that he might as well work on physical fitness rather than weapon skill, as he was experienced enough in that regard to not worry much. He still worked on his mid-range combat, sparking a favor for the assualt rifle in the end and it has been decided that in the even that someone needs a double (a sniper needs a spotter/cosniper, close-range combat would be better suited for this situation, etc) Dalton would be the best to substitute.
He was, after all, versatile.
Biography:
Before he was thrust into the Spartan-III program, Dalton had a fondness for the UNSC already developing in his little mind. His father, a Sergeant, was his idol, his inspiration for everytime he played soccer or did anything to its fullest. He would play each and every game with the other kids until he nearly collapsed from exaustion, and he'd always cry tears of joy when his father came home to see him. But when he was six, he found out that his father would not be coming home, and that he had died during a fight with Prometheans and Covenant. He developed a want for utter revenge, and this made him the perfect candidate for the first of his Spartan programs, the Spartan-III Program.
Like any other Spartan, he went through basic training to get his feet in the ground. Due to his active nature prior to being enlisted, the training was not as hard on him as most others, and with a new, more passionate goal in mind, he felt the weeks fly by as if they were nothing. He would both grow to respect and earn the respect of the instructer at the time, Marimo Jinguji, a Sergeant. Though his progress was outstanding, and he raised the standard for his other Spartan-III's, she noticed that he'd anger quickly and that led to a lot of bloodied fists with the others. This problem became more prominant when he was ten, and just before he began training with firearms. Jinguji would later ask that he be given occasional time with a therapist to see if they could remedy that, and because they didn't want a Spartan with anger problems killing their own men, his firearms training was delayed for three months. Wanting to spit him out at the same time as the others, he received special tutoring with guns instead of a lunch time. He now ate only when he had to.
They noticed something, and that was that his scores never seemed to be low with any of the firearms he handled. After a short while with the pistol, he was hitting targets with some decent accuracey. After giving him a SMG, he would be able to keep his arm steady and the spray on his mark without too much waste of led. And even though they started whole months ahead of him, Dalton made it hard to keep up with his scores on all fronts, for a time. When the others started 'maxing' out, he never did and kept an average with all of his weapons.
It was around fifteen or sixteen that they ran another evaluation upon the recruits before pumping them full of that 'Spartan Juice'. His physical shape was excellent, he was very strong, pretty agile, a bit quick, and could outlast his Spartan Brethren. He did good at the weapons course, though in each field, someone else who excelled in that particular weapon beat him easily. In the end, he was deemed fit and thusly was augmented in Camp Toccoa, a replacement for Camp Currahee.
Immediately after, he was thrust into the war between the UNSC against both Promethean and Covenant forces. His first mission was with a downed UNSC cruiser dubbed 'The Alamo', where he was forced to keep unrelenting forces at bay for a length of about six days while reinforcements made their way to the place. They were more than well equipped for that long, as the armories in the ship hadn't been damaged in the slightest, nor the 'hogs. At first, that was a blessing, but during one of the last waves of enemies during the fifth day, Dalton took a warthog, launched airborne by a grenade spat back by a Watcher, to the chest, nearly killing him and killing two other Spartan-III's in the process. The remaining forces managed to hold off while Dalton was incapacitated and he was immeditately tended to as they fled, ready for action a week later, but not without permanent scarring.
For three years did he wage war against his enemies, two officially, considering the rest was mop-up operations to ensure that they didn't pull anything against the UNSC, and at the end of it, he was offered a position as a Spartan-IV, which he accepted, and because he was already a Spartan, he needed no surgery to get his fine-and-dandy set of Mjolnir GEN 2 armor, which he grew to like over the next 17 years of service doing anything a Spartan could do: Protecting important individuals from rebels, who became a problem once more after the wars were over. He hated it, but he was forced against his own kind for so long that he forgot who was his friend and who was an enemy for a time, only finally remembering when he was asked to, oddly enough, become a Spartan again. Spartan V's? He'd never heard of them, nor saw a point in it at first. He figured it to be just like the IV's - Men with power armor, nothing like III's or II's, though after that hell of a training course, he could see that this was no picnic.
But Dalton had lived through hell and had come back from it time in again - those rebels were relentless, and the time he spent against the Prometheans and Covanent was no stroll in the park either, so unsurprisingly, he was not only the first candidate to pass, but also the best, of course that was probably because he had more years of experience on him that any of the others had lived. Well, he was easily beaten in the long-range combat aspect of any tests against the rest, but that was because he mostly favored mid-range at this point. But would he taunt them? Of course not, they were children and he was a battle-hardened man! Soon enough, they'd shine, and some did. He noticed a girl quite fond of close-range combat and shotguns, and he noticed another girl, though a bit loud-mouthed and disorderly, was good with explosives. Fine Spartans, these'd prove to be.
Training wasn't the only thing Dalton had to go through - Unlike becoming a Spartan IV, Dalton wasn't excused from the process because the Spartan V's were like the Spartan-II's and III's combined! Pun definetly intended. While they had high numbers, they also had the augmentations of a Spartan-II, maybe better, and because Dalton was NOT a Spartan-II, his Augments were lacking in comparison. He underwent the procedure to 'upgrade' himself.... and died during it. Two whole minutes he was dead, supposedly unaccepted by the matter, but he was revived by medical personnal, and continued forwards until it was completed.
Now all that was left was to receive his armor and AI-unit. Another hand on the battlefield? He'd gladly accept, because information was just as important as skill. For without information, an experienced soldier is no better than a grunt. A small smile played on his lips as he looked at his unactivated AI unit, and he pressed the button eagerly, maybe he'd get an AI-with a warrior's way of thinking! Maybe it'd be someone to counter him when he got angry, he could always use that! Maybe..... it was the worst thing to happen to him since being smacked with a vehicle. He pressed the button, and instead of the partner he was hoping for, he got a little girl. An annoying little girl. It took no more than thirty minutes for him to request a new one, and he was denied that request. He even offered it away, but it was mandatory for V's to have an AI - they weren't going to risk their investments dying due to lack of information. He even tried playing the Spartan-XIII card, considering that that was what he technically was, but to no avail.
Dalton had his
Orihalcum armor designed after his old set which gives it similar appearances to that of the Warrior variant of the Mjolnir GEN 2 model. It is identical in just about every way appearance-wise, though it weighs more than any other Orihalcum armor to make use of Dalton's abilities. Because he went through two seperate Spartan Procedures, he is thusly stronger than any others. However, he decided to make use of this strength by adding extra plating to his armor, and when in his armor, it he appears no stronger than he would if he hadn't gone through the Spartan-III program. That being said, don't get into a fight with him armorless, you're bound to lose. Well, don't get in a fight with him period.
He was forced to come to terms with the fact he was stuck with... her. It was subtle, but over the course of a year, he began developing feelings for her. Not romantic feelings because he isn't sure he's capable of that anyways, but almost as if she is his child. He realized this during one of his rants to her about being more mature, more AI-like when he knocked a fellow Spartan-V into next week for laughing at her appearance. That didn't go unpunished, but people agree that that particular Spartan-V was a douche anyways, and he had a less-severe punishement.
Dalton is the first member of Halsey, and acts like a fathering figure towards the group. Regardless of the situation, Dalton isn't seen dumbfounded on what he can do as long as he has the proper weapons, and therefore, he is a suitable replacement if a specialist is injured or otherwise unable to complete their task. When he isn't needed to replace someone, he acts almost like a one-man-army, which is where he earned his callsign from.
Other: Dalton's saying, 'stay gold' has a hidden meaning behind it.