Spartan 223: Drake Lowe

Basics:
Name:Drake Lowe
Service Tag:223
Age:24
Gender:Male
Height:7 foot 5
Armour Color:Midnight Black with splotches of blood red

In-Depth Information:
Armour Components:
Helmet:ODST
Chest:UA Base Security
Left Shoulder:Recon
Right Shoulder:ODST
Wrist:Tacpad
Utility:Soft Case
Visor Tint:Black
Knee Guards:FJ Para



Personality:Drake is an extremely loyal member of the United Nations Space Command.He is a stealthy, quiet individual with a strong, yet alarming, craving for Covenant blood.His willpower is extremely strong, and any foe he might face must respect his pure, stone cold, desire to succeed.You'd be lucky to be considered his comrade, as he only accepts those who prove themselves worthy........and that doesn't happen a lot.Mostly, his determination,integrity,willpower,and even his battlescars(which are still fresh)keep him alive and ready for any challenge the Covenant may face him with.

Rank:Spartan Graduate

Background:
Drake grew up on Harvest.That should speak for itself.........it was hell that night that the Covenant attacked.Drake barely escaped alive,but in the firefight he had to sprint through at only five years old,he lost his parents to those Covenant bastards.The only way off the hellish rock of a planet for him was with a UNSC officer by the name of Percy Young.The kind man offered Drake a ride off the planet...........if he joined the UNSC as a part of a secret program.Of course,with Drake left with no other options,he accepted and climbed aboard the UNSC Pelican Young commandered.Yet,Drake had no idea who the Covenant was, or what this SECRET PROGRAM would do to his life..........
Eight years passed, and fourteen year old Drake had undegone every training protocol,every exercise,and every drill the UNSC could possibly muster up for him at least a hundred times over.He graduated with Alpha Company of the Spartan III program on the hidden planet Onyx.Drake was the only member of Alpha Company not sent on the mission that killed off his friends,whom he called brothers and sisters.Instead,he was sent to train with the best of the best......the fabled Spartan 117.Master Chief took Drake under his tutelage for ten more years before finally releasing him to undergoe action as a full-fledged Spartan hero.Drake picked up his DMR,put three fresh grenades on his belt,and snapped his helmet on.Drake was ready to take on a world where Spartans never die...........

Roleplay Example:
The smoke of a freshly tossed fragmentation grenade was just clearing as a flurry of plasma bolts darted through the darkness."GET DOWN!"screamed Spartan 344.Drake ducked behind his warthog,which was turned over from the blast of a plasma grenade.He turned the safety off of a fresh DMR and peeked around the edge of the hog.He looked intently into the scope and popped a shot off right into a nearby Skirmisher's head."Nice shootin' 223!" laughed Spartan 345.This Spartan,known as Tex,was always in a good mood even in battle.
Drake once again peered around the corner,only to see a huge Elite General running at him with an energy sword."Shit!",yelled Drake as he quickly jumped up and tried to run backwards.He tripped over a rock,and when he turned around,the Elite was on top of him.With a roar of pure rage,the Elite stabbed Drake in the arm with the energy sword."ARRRGH!",screamed Drake in pain.Just as the Elite was raising the sword for the killing blow,a sniper bullet clumsily went right through the Elite's head.The Elite fell,revealing 345."Sorry,you know I've never been any good with these things."said 345 as he put the sniper down.
Spartan 344 rushed over."We've gotta get you evacuated outta here,ASAP!"she barked.Quickly she rushed over to the overturned Warthog.She rolled it back over and yelled,"Well, are you coming or what?".Fifteen minutes later,the party arrived at an Emergency Pelican Evac Drop Zone.344 and 345 helped Drake get into the Pelican."Thanks Amy,and you too Tex."said Drake with a smile and a wink.As the Pelican lifted off,Drake could only imagine the hell being a Spartan would really be........

You get the stamp of APPROVED

And the emmy for "most totally righteous character sheet" goes to...

... Dominion General!

*audience chears and claps*

Thanks man. I worked hard on that character bio, and I'm glad somebody acknowledged it.

Haha no problem, man. It really was a good character sheet. And as for that "emmy" stuff, well, I got that idea right then because at the same time I was online I was also watching the Daytime Emmy Awards.

falls from the sky with a sign that says' APPROVED' "sorry am I late. My pelican ran out of fuel." "yeah your about a few months too late" "Aww" "Well bye" "WAIT GIVE THIS TO DOMINIONGENERAL!!!" Hands certificate that says supreme awesomenes

*Dominion General walks up the stairs to the White House*
*Barack Obama smiles and shakes his Hand*
*Dominion General is sweating a lot*
*Obama hands him a huge motherfucking award*
*Dominion collapses*
*Obama laughs*

Aw you guys are too much. Haha, really too much. *Pulls out his DMR*

Hey, what can I say? I am a man of comedy.

Pulls out Battle Rifle and says," Aata La Vista Baby"

Well I doubt Obama is still alive in like 2552. What did he go into cryo sleep or something?

Nah, he's just clone 003. The fist 2 obama's died.

Spartan-024 wrote:

Pulls out Battle Rifle and says," Aata La Vista Baby"

*Arlunis gets out nunchucks and shouts in japanese*

"I am jacke chan! Bring iton, bring it on! WOOOOOOOOO!!"

*Arlunis does a backflip and holds arm out in a fist*

Starts laughing like joker and running around shooting randomly.

You guys are a disgrace to this topic. Move your Jackie Chan impersenating selves to another topic. Pulls out the Ban Hammer. Oh yea, this just got serious.

Silently leaves to new topic that dosent exist. While dodging ban hammer

*Jumps aboard the Great Silver and heads back to Coveanant Citadel*