User:Glenstone
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Sergeant Dover S. Glenstone, BLACKWATCH.
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Born to a British CERN physicist father and a Korean/Japanese surgeon from Hong Kong, he graduated early from college at the age of sixteen. Before he could attend medical school, he was drafted into the US Army. Since the Boot Camp CO was his former professor, he was allowed to work at Fort Detrick, the United States Army Medical Research Institute for infectious diseases.
He worked there for six months, studying various diseases. One day, when the science team's relatives were visiting, Fort Detrick was attacked by terrorists seeking biological weapons. He and the science team repelled the assault, but many were killed, including his parents, most executed in front of him. As a result, he suffered Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. During investigation, the US Army, interested in his tactics defending the research station and how he treated the various personnel's injuries, decided to put him in a rudimentary, somewhat new unit: Special Operations, dubbed "Black Ops". The US Army transferred him to Special Operations as a medic, despite his questionable mental health.
Since then, he served with Black Ops on (obviously) classified missions that involve unpleasant terrorists and rogue government factions. Being the only medic and having a tendency to screw up para-drops, he was dubbed "Para-Medic". His odd speech and habit of showing absolutely no emotion at all, even in civilian life, and his effectiveness in missions earned him both the loathing and respect of his fellow members.
Special Operations never failed a mission, up until the Malton incident.
His unit, a ten-man team, was inserted via sewers into a supposedly abandoned NecroTech building turned into a Taliban cell of operations, near Ridleybank. Discovery of one terrorist turned into bits by an apparent wild animal, and more evidence of an apparent one-sided shoot out. They descended further into the NT, around the same time an explosion occurred at the Blackmore Building, spreading the virus. As the building was connected to various other NTs as part of the network, the zombies, former scientists, and NecroTech BOWs contained in the Blackmore were released, and attacked the team. They were wiped out, except for Glenstone, who, as team medic, was in the hallway on post as usual. Upon discovery of zombies and monsters overrunning the city, he decided to radio to the brass that the mission was a complete failure. Among a huge coalition force of an international army, he attempted to make a last stand against the various horrors.
Of course, if the taskforce succeeded, then the game wouldn't go on, now would it?
The army was slaughtered by the onslaught of zombies and various NT BOWs, and Glenstone tried to escape with a UK SAS V-22 Osprey Transport that had its crews slaughtered by zombies. Instead, it was shot down by some semi-infected military unit with a Stinger.
Picking himself up from the wreckage, he wandered through Malton, cut off from contact with his superiors. He holed up in a hospital, not knowing that a mutation had caused the zombies to become undying and intelligent. The hospital came under attack and he was infected.
Wandering Malton, barely conscious, he eventually reached Raine Hills, in which someone revived him. He awoke in a cemetery near Webb Library. He entered, where another soldier named Ivan Lennon had a working radio. He stayed at Webb for a year, amusing himself with Got Mrh?, until a radio call for rallying any American soldiers came out.
Templates, a rant, and other bullshit
TL;DR: It's a game, stop trying to be a badass and flaming others.
Yes, I know my description is trenchcoaty and unrealistic. Fuck off. I'll change it to a more realistic description soon.
EDIT: In fact:
It's Just a Game, Douche-Bag | |
This User Is Sick Of The Word "Trenchcoater" and The Attitude That It Represents |
Go away. I'm fucking tired of the morons who feel it's their duty to watch everyone's Goddamned profile for something not in-game. Since you dicks think that "UD is realistic!11one", it's no wonder that people are walking around bitching about every bloody suggestion and flaming. Oh, sure, that survivor over there knows jack shit about weapons in real life, but it's a game, you little shit. Grow up.
ALSO: Rifles are not out of genre, you stupid fucks. If they are, then you might as well take away ransack, lurching gait, undeath, every other fucking benefit zombies have.
Code Stealer | |
This user is a wiki code stealer, and probably stealing your sidebar while you read this. |
Capitalism | |
This User or Group supports the ideals of Capitalism as well as its reintegration into Malton society. |
IT NEVER ENDS! | |
This user is frustrated by the sheer amount of stupidity and crap on the wiki. |
Trigger Happy | |
This user has guns. Do not cross them. |
Malton Rangers | |
This User or group supports the Malton Rangers in their never ending quest to aide the fair citizens of Malton, pursue classiness to the utmost, and stop barhah in all areas it rears its ugly head |
Music Lover | |
This user likes music. |
STFU N00B | |
This user recognizes the difference between a Newbie and a Noob. |
SNAKE IS DEAD | |
Snake? Snake?! Snaaaaaaaaaaaaake! |
Ban Stupidity | |
This user or group does not tolerate stupid people. |
I eat Children | |
This user supports the eating of Children |
Scientology Unfriendly | |
This user thinks that Scientology is ridiculous. |
Literate | |
This user/group has fought alongside, provided syringes for, or returned a library book to the Quartly Study Group |
Alts
No, I'm not a zerger. They're all in separate suburbs and they don't work together. Piss off.
- Doctor Ashford, crazy ant-loving girl - DK13 (Somewhat inactive)
- Edward Pendleton, UK Army Paratrooper - None, yet.
- Christopher Vickers, S.T.A.R.S. pessimistic, wimpy rifleman -
Special Tactics and Rescue Squad - HunterOmega, angry velociraptor - Ridleybank Resistance Front
- Headcrabb, OHGODGETTHISTHINGOFFME - Feral
- Alistair J. Dunne, extremely scared 14-year-old schoolboy - Rolt Heights Vigilante Patrol