Surveillance

((I'm assuming that was me?)) "I'm from Russia. Damn place doesn't exist anymore." Cavril said.

"I was just... I saw someone climb into an apartment and I thought they would have supplies. But since you were gonna kill me, I guess I'll find something else." Cavril turned toward the door, still noticing the Colt pointing at him.

Cavril Yozhov Cavril sat at his portable piano, moving his fingers across it quickly, playing the Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim theme. He stopped to hear someone climb into a nearby window. The walkers began to fill the streets. Cavil folded up his piano and came to the building. Noticing an entrance, he walked in. There was a moan, and a walker lunged at him. Cavril stuck his axe into its head, then pulled it out. Going upstairs, he saw someone sleeping. Cavril readied his axe, approaching Isaac.

(I am modeling this directly after myself . Except for the age) Name: Cavril Yozhov Age: 39 Appearance: rough white hair(yes, I have white hair), brown eyes, scar across his face. Height: 6 feet 11 inches Clothes: Silver trench coat, white scarf, black shoes Weapon: Really sharp axe Personality: Difficult/Egotistical(as russians are), quiet, philosophical Backstory: Cavril was at his house living normal life. He was a renouned pianist(I'm REALLY good at piano), the most famous in Europe. The outbreak began to take his home, Moscow, and he was the only one left. Since Cavril loved his piano, he made a device that could, if you pressed the button, turned into a full keyboard with a stand. Apparently everyone was going to one place: America. He took a boat there and is now roaming, looking to band together with other people and eradicate the virus.

((I can't Role-Play with him. I just can't))

Kel sighed. He was the only Sangheili there. All of the others were humans. He went directly to the work out room. A marine was bench pressing 50 pounds on each side. "Move over, human." Kel said. The marine backed away from the Arbiter, being 2 feet shorter than him. Kel got on the bench and put 200 pounds on each side and lifted it like it was a feather. After he was done, Kel ran off to the briefing room, ready to get his first mission.

I can't wait!

"Morality is the highest cause of hesitation." - HaloGeek

I play CSS!

Okay.

If I can't choose my rank, then I'll vote no ranking system at ALL. The past appliers chose their ranks.

Name: Kel 'Lahodee Affiliation(What class they are): Human Allied Covenant Rank: Arbiter Race(if your covenant) Sangheili Appearance: Arbiter Armor, 8 feet tall Weapon of choice: Covenant Carbine and Energy Sword History: Kel joined the Sangheili forces when he was 18, and rose through the ranks. He was respected by all of his fellow Sangheili. But after a failed attempt to capture a critical base to the Covenant, he was branded the mark of shame and made Arbiter. Knowing he would not survive the missions he was given, he left the Covenant, and the Council assumed he was dead. Kel made it to the UNSC and he allied with them, helping them complete important missions that would forget his past.

Sounds cool! Purpl3 Krayon - Russia/Russian Federation

Vilcus closed his eyes. Many of the humans and Sangeili were looking for Forerunner Technology. He could feel them near an Artefact at Citadel V- Polar Region. He thought that this crew had enough information, so he warped out of the ship, unfolded his wings, and burst at the speed of light to Citadel V, already noticing ships surrounding it.

"Alright, Admiral. Cut the sarcasm please. We had... people that told us a glimpse of the future. They said a massive war would break out that effects all species of the galaxy. When... we saw that glimpse, it showed Sangeili fighting Humans. Is that good enough for your answer?" Vilvus asked.

"Why are you talking with those "Covenant"? They are supposed to be your enemies. At least that is what I have heard. Being in a star for more than a million years tends to make one forget. Even a Precursor." Vilcus said. "And perhaps, you can call me by my name. I'm not your son, if anything you are mine. I was tasked with creating humans."

Vilcus towered over them at 8' 10"in his Precursor Emperor Armor. "I am Vilcus, the last Precursor. Apparently you pathetic humans are taking and using forerunner technology because you cannot rely on your own ingenuity."

Vilcus flew around to the airlock and opened it, went inside and closed it. He came up to the bridge and walked in, some of the marines looked terrified.

Got it. Not really, I just want the typical argument.

"Hello...let me in. Now." Vilcus said, unsheathing his stellar sword.

Alright. I edited them.

Gah... **** me. Super advanced technology. But fine.

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Vilcus flew around to the bridge window and knocked on it, hoping get an "okay" to come on the ship.

Sure thing.