User:DMR4LIFE

Setting:

''For a long time before the age we know, there was a peaceful galaxy with political power shifting to people known as the Administration, which was part of the Halo Nation faction. Nearly every planet obeyed this government, and accepted it's security. As part of the system's policy, every 7 years new Administrators and Chat Moderators had to be elected. Right after the 117th election replacing Administrators, a new threat appeared.''

''A war broke out between two factions, the United Opedia and the Halo Nation. A long war was fought, with Halo Nation resorting to desperate measures to ensure their civilians protection. Halo Nation eventually beat back this threat, and forced most of them out of the galaxy. Halo Nation protected the galaxy for another 7 years, until their new election. The citizens of this Galaxy felt that they couldn't trust the current Administrators, and selected a new political side; the Grammar Nazi's.''

''After all of these new political members joined together and formed a new political party called the Grammar Nazi's, and after they got the power in politics, they changed the Administrations policy. Suddenly the entire galaxies protection was shifted into fear, and this newly formed "Chat Empire" herded thousands of the resistance into correctional camps order to ensure their new fear based banhammer policy. Even though the Grammar Nazi's Chat Empire was formed to ensure that the races of this galaxy don't fight against each other, they wield deadly banhammers and use them recklessly.''

Other Factions: Elite Remant Legion

A group of rouge soldiers who have made it their mission to kill creatures they have deemed as "Heretics". Their current leader is General B.H. , with his right hand man Remolt, their lieutenant Commander.conor, and their assassian Atila the hutt. As of now, they have around 1,000 soldiers who are specially trained in guerrilla warfare and hit and run tactics. They love to use invisibility cloaks and plasma based weapons. Little else in terms of information has confirmed but they have already stuck blood with team Dinofox. However, our leader, is now trying to make the enemy of our enemy our friend, since Heretic Dinofox cannot fight a war on two fronts.

Team Stalk the Good guys: A mysterious team consisting of Sgt D Grif, Major179, Blue the Timber Wolf and part time member Xili Gar. Wolf has an ironic rivalry with Fox, mirroring that of his previous universe. Though this group has little to no interest with DMR, they do mess with his commander 1hs444.

Team Heretic Dinofox
1hs444  (Leader/Ace pilot)

- Xili Gar  (Second in command/ Scout)

- Unnamed Field Marshall  (Tactical Expert/Sword Expert)

- DMR4LIFE  (Designated Marksman/ Sniper/Assassian)

 -  SheerAvenger777  (  Political character who asks for our help very often) 

 -  DarkLumiya  (Team's Umbreon pet)

 -  Lord of the STARS  (Jackal for hire)

 -  L377UC3 (Pilot / Tactician) 

 -  This War is Ours  (Field Marshall's Lieutenant/ Engineer/ Tech wiz)

Role Playing Bio:

DMR4life was born on the planet of New Naboo to a rich, well endowed family. During his childhood, his parents tried to show him everything the galaxy had to offer; they wanted him exposed to many different people and cultures. However, everything changed when the Chat Empire attacked, with the vicious Moderator Hastune Miku leading the charge. His parents had refused to trade with the Empire, and had convinced most of the planets leaders to follow suite. The Chat had other plans, and decided to take the planet by storm; slaughtering anyone who tried to stop them. He was just 7 seven years old when his family was brutally murdered at the hands of the Moderators. His father died trying to fight them off, while Miku slaughtered his mother right in front of him. DMR was able to escape his home through his sewer waste tunnel. The Chat burned his house to the ground and preceded to take control over New Naboo. DMR was able to sneak aboard a transport ship heading to Alpha Harmony. There, he wondered the streets until being picked up by a bounty hunter, the legendary Jango Al Ghul, who decided to train him as his apprentice. Al Ghul took DMR under his wing, taught him how to fight, how to kill, how to become the perfect warrior. Their relationship was more business then a father to son one.

Over the next 12 years, DMR trained in the arts of warfare, particularly in firearms and space combat. Since the age of 14, DMR had become invovled in murders, raids, assassinations, hijackings, demolitions, and secrutiy missions. He has bulit a long rap sheet, notably against the Chat Empire; which included being put on many of their kill lists. Seeing his family get brutally murdered in front of him left DMR cold, heartless, sarcastic, and thick skinned. However, this is just a mask, and beneath it is someone who at their core is broken, emotional, and wants someone to understand him. DMR wears the mask to protect himself, for fear of being taken advantage of by others. Weakness, he believes, is what gets people killed, and therefore thinks he cannot let people see how weak he truly is. Because of is mask, no one knows exactly who he is or what happened to him as a child. In the heat of combat, he is hot-headed, smart, brutal, and has quick reflexes. Now, DMR has joined forces with Heretic Dinofox, a group who’s mission is to take down the Chat Moderators once and for all. Though it seems he cares more about his own survival then that of his teammates, deep down inside, he cares very much about his new "family". However, DMR is never sure which is more important, completing his objectives, or making sure his team comes out alive. His goal though, avenge the death of his family and make the Chat Empire pay in blood.

Leads a personal team of assassins known as the Delta SEALS.

Chat Empire profile sheet:

Name: Tyler Alshwind 

Alias: DMR4LIFE

Height: Unknown

Weight: Unknown

Affiliation: Heretic Dinofox

''DMR has committed multiple capital crimes agains the Chat with includes, but is not limited to, murder, kidnapping, high treason, sabotage, and acts of terrorism. Subject appears to have sociopathic tendencies and will not hesitate to kill anyone who gets in his way. His victims, those we could identify, were brutally murdered in cold blood. Subject also appears to be a heavy drinker, no doubt suffering mentally from his years of combat. DMR is a tier 1 criminal and is to be killed on sight unless otherwise noted, and extreme caution is required when dealing with him. ''

Journal 1:

''Peace, is what most people dream of. However, only the dead know what peace is. For everyone else, being alive is like Hell. I've seen people I've gotten to know very well be torn in half, burned alive, just die in the worst ways possible. This team, Heretic Dinofox, is just the latest group of people I've gotten to know. We have had some close calls, and the Chat and their allies have thrown a lot at us. On the outside, I will not buckle, I will not break, I will continue to be striaght faced and strong. On the inside, my years of combat are eating away at me, my sanity is all but gone. I don't know how much longer I can keep my mask intact. But, I do know that Chat will fall... even if it means falling as well. End log''

Journal 2:

''I'm still recovering from my wounds with the last fight we had with the Legion, those bastards almost killed me and destroyed my F-35. The fleet took heavy losses but we damaged a lot of their star ships. Now, Fox has convinced B.H to work with us. Is he for real?!? His team has tried to kill me, and the rest of the team, on more then one occasion. And that hutt guy... I swear I'm going to rip his head right off his body. I hate the Chat with a burning passion, but it's going to be a hard pill to swallow if now I have to work with the Legion. I would not be suprised if B.H and his minions did not turn on us and try to kill us once and for all. I'll keep my eyes on them and my sidearm close by. Shit... it looks like Fox and the rest of them need me for something. End Log ''

Journal 3: ''I shot Fox. I shot Fox. I shot my commanding officer Fox McCloud. General Scars grabbed him and I had to put a bullet in Fox so I could kill the general. Fox survived but I was horrified with my decision. We have won the battle for now but the Chat and SharpYar will be back in force to kill us and take those relics. Our fleets took heavy losses and our ground troops are exhausted. I snapped today, I don’t even remembered what happened but one of my SEALs said I just starting shooting every enemy in sight, sometimes with imaginary bullets because I refused to reload my weapon. Though I feel mentally unprepared for combat, I know my team needs me. I wish those voices would stop telling me I’m a failure. They [the voices] asked me what is more important, the mission or my family? I still don’t know that answer. End Log''