Name: John
Other/Ace names: SPARTAN-117 / The Green Demon
Callsign: Sierra 117 (independant operations), Bravo 22 (As part of Bravo Squad)
Gender: Male
Origin: First encountered on Non-Administered World 142
Age: Unknown. Presumably late 20s to late 30s, appears around 21 physically due to having been kept in “Cold storage” for significant lengths of time during his captivity when he wasn’t needed.
Birthday: Unknown (celebrated as the day he joined the OFM)
Affiliation: Order of Freelance Mages, Time Space Administration Bureau
Position: Assault Platoon Mage
Rank: Master Chief
Mage Class: Shooter (OFM class: Assault)
Mage Rank: B overall (Ground Combat rating AA)
Magic System: Mid-childa
Magic Color: Green
Magic Affinity: Real Man Badass
Magic Style: Quick shooting. Lots of shooting. At all ranges. And a rifle smack to the face if you dare get close enough.
Magic Device: Unnamed Rifle Device
Conventional Style: Special Operations, Bravo Squad member
Conventional Weapons: While originally ignorant of conventional weapons when he first joined the OFM, the Master Chief whole-heartedly threw himself into the study of a new form of warfare, and is rated Expert in all weapons listed below. While his exact weapons loadout will depend on his mission role, the Master Chief favors the MA5C, the standard-issue rifle of the OFM and Erusian Marines. In addition, like all OFM mages, he has been trained in the operation of OFM crew-served weapons.
- MA5C Assault rifle, chambered for 7.62x51mm, with optional flashlight, underslung 40mm grenade launcher, or shotgun attachment
- Pistol, chambered for 12.7x40mm, loaded with Semi Armor-Piercing High Explosive rounds or hollowpoint rounds
- BR55HB battle rifle, chambered for 9.5x45mm Semi Armor Piercing and 2x ACOG scope.
- M7 SMG, chambered for 5.23mm caseless
- M90 8-gauge combat shotgun
- SRS99C 14.5mm sniper rifle
- M41 "Spanker" rocket launcher
- Combat knives of varying sizes and types
Height: 6'8" (unarmored, barefoot), 7'1" (armored)
Weight: 350 lbs
Eye color: Green
Hair color: Brown
Facial Features: Very ordinary looking face; pale skintone due to being in armor for extended periods of time.
Clothing: John prefers to wear his Armor, explaining that he feels naked without it. He will, however, wear OFM camoflage fatigues while on-base, simply because there are
no pieces of furniture that can support his weight while fully armored. Only one picture of John in his TSAB Blues exists.
TSAB Profile:
A Senior Non Comissioned Officer in the Order, and second only to the venerable Sergeant Major in terms of respect, Master Chief John-117 is one of the few Navy transfers to serve with the OFM, and the only Navy mage in the Assault Platoon. He is quiet, calm under fire, and a rock of strenght and hope to his fellow soldiers: many, including Assault Platoon Leader 2LT Franz Jaeger, believe that together, the Sergeant Major and the Master Chief are invincible. While he doesn't talk much, the Master Chief backs himself up with deeds not words, always in the thick of the fighting with his fellow soldiers.
Despite his weak magic rank and relative youth, the Master Chief is a dedicated soldier, an example and motivation to all who know him - in his own way, more inspirational than the Aces. Afterall, it's hard to argue with a man who can lift a Warthog with his own two hands.
While normally a quiet and stoic individual, the Master Chief has been known to comment with dry and wry humor on events - a rare occurrence indeed. It is unknown if he has ever become drunk.
Although a quiet and distant man by nature, the three years with the Order and his friendship with Ivanovich are slowly influencing him, and it is possible that in time he may in fact become a well-adjusted human being. Or not - he
is in the Order, afterall.
Whenever engaged in combat, Master Chief's main overriding concerns are accoplishing his objectives and keeping his comrades alive so far as possible.
Personality:
--Alignment: Lawful Neutral
"He's the Master Chief. There ain't nobody who can beat him - except for maybe the Sergeant Major."
As a result of his indoctrination process, the Master Chief isn't really a big thinking on moral issues. He will follow orders - so long as they are given lawfully - and is neutral on the subject of good guys or bad guys. His number one priority are simple: complete the mission. Unlike the majority of the TSAB's mages, he has no qualms about killing, and will do so if necessary without a second thought. Conversely, the Master Chief gains no enjoyment from killing. He kills simply because he has to, because the mission needs it, because if he does not kill, his comrades will be endangered. This approach to killing has resulted in him being ostracized by the mainstream TSAB units that have come into contact with him; apart from his old unit, only the Order of Freelance Mages have accepted him whole-heartedly: because Death is their business.
John is a very quiet person who speaks rarely, only when he needs to, and lives simply, deriving simple pleasure from such mundane things as cleaning and servicing his armor. One of the things that gives him pleasure is his at times strange friendship with Sergeant Major Ivanovich (a friendship which has sealed his reputation as a Man among men).
Spoiler for History, Part 1:
Master Chief John-117 was first discovered around 10 years ago during a raid on an illegal bio-engineering lab hidden on a non-administered world. Although the lab held a wide range of “specimens”, according to the lab's database he was the most complete model to be produced, and more importantly, the most stable. He was not actually artificial in nature; he was a subject kidnapped from the local population for experimentation (as his number indicates he was one of many), but few other specimens had fared nearly as well as him. He was so effective in fact, he was to be the template upon which "mass production models" were to begin production in just a few more years - the lab considered him to be the prefect "Jack of all Trades."
The TSAB raid ended this plan, but the question still lingered what to do with the liberated prisoners: in addition to being experimented and augmented, most had been drilled intensely for combat and were not in any psychological condition to be safely set loose back into society. Furthermore, the nature of their modifications made that impossible on their home planet, disregarding that the lab had carefully destroyed all records of where the subjects had been taken from. Thus it was decided they would become wards of the TSAB until such time as they could be rehabilitated.
That was the plan.
Much to the surprise and consternation of the officials charged with that task most of them didn’t want to be “rehabilitated”. The reason soon became clear: It was learned that their training had always been conducted with the understanding at some point, the SPARTANs would be sold to the highest bidder and expected to follow the new owner's orders to the letter. Thus, they simply assumed they where now TSAB property and kept insisting they be given something to do: The manifold attempts to make them “normal” were simply confusing them. After much time and effort had been spent, the therapists concluded that this level of psychological damage was not going to be fixed anytime soon and advised that they at least be used for something productive in the meantime since they seemed to want to fight anyway.
The liberated SPARTANs were thus quietly formed into a special unit and began undertaking small scale operations while attempts to normalise them continued. Progress was slow throughout the years, and very rudimentary, hampered in part by the codes and mini-launguage that had grown among the SPARTANs and their insular view of the world, believing themselves to have no need of interactions with normal people. All this changed one day, the day the SPARTANs were all wiped out on a mission gone horribly wrong, save for one. He was their team leader, their elder brother.
His name was John.
Spoiler for History, Part 2:
After recovering from his injuries and physical rehabilitation, attempts were made to intergrate John-117 into the mainstream TSAB forces; it was thought that without his fellow SPARTANs, the Master Chief would be forced to interact with normal people and become normal himself. The plan backfired; few units wanted to have a "freak" amongst their carefully-ordered rosters, especially one who was physically formidable but merely a B-ranked mage geared solely towards combat. Eventually a certain Colonel heard of his plight and pulled several strings, and John found himself inside that man's office. To this day, he remembers the first words that man spoke to him:
"What's yer name, son?"
"Sir, Sierra 117, Sir."
"Not that name, son. You're a man, with a man's name. What's yer name? Say it loud, an' hold it up, lift it with pride. Yer a man, wit' a man's name. They can take everything from you - but they can't take yer pride and yer name! Always remember that!"
Upon joining the Order's Assault Platoon, John made waves by knocking Assault Platoon Leader Franz Jaeger unconscious with one blow, lifting a Warthog with his bare hands, and for having a natural talent for marksmanship, to the astonishment of the Erusian mages of the Assault Platoon, who had until that moment believed that nobody could shoot as well as an Erusian. His augmentations allowed him to keep pace with - and surpass - the Assault Platoon on their physically demanding PT drills and obstacle course runs, earning jealousy and grudging respect from some, and downright hostility from others.
Then his first combat mission with the Order happened.
Like many Order missions, this mission was a classified sanction, but it was after this mission that John was fully accepted into the Order's ranks - having proved himself to the Assault Platoon, he was welcomed as part of them, a full-fledged member of the Order. For a time, he was the most junior member of the Order, until Naomi Jaeger joined the OFM in MC0072. Since his first mission with the Order, John has performed superbly, earning the respect and friendship of his comrades; awarded with that simple, understated compliment and recognition of being a Real Man, a Badass, and a Man among men. (The last primarily because of his friendship with Ivanovich - even today no one is quite sure how the two men, fundamental opposites, became such good friends. Franz suspects that neither of them really knows either.)
Now, more than three years since he joined the OFM, the Master Chief's reputation is becoming the stuff of legend, and as Erick, Glen and Ivanovich plan the uncertain future expansion of the Order, one thing is for sure: there is no way in hell the Master Chief won't be leading a platoon of his own. And when the shit has hit the fan and the chips are down, he'll be there to kick ass and take names.
"You see him manning that Gauss Gun or the Warthog Gatling and you start to make jokes about compensating for something, then you stop and go, 'god, look at the size of that codpiece! He's gotta have hugeass steel balls!'" - A Romeo Echo Mike Foxtrot assigned to the Order's support staff.
"I thought it was all over... that we were going to die. If the enemy was strong enough to defeat Shamal and Zafira, two of the Volkenritter, what chance did we have? Then he appeared and showed to us all that heroes exist, that we can fight against the odds..." - Riot Force 6 medical personnel.
Device: As of the time of the last update of profile, updated just prior to the Order's 2-week
Joint Training deployment with Riot Force 6, the Master Chief uses an unnamed rifle-shaped Storage Device. This Device uses 15-round magazines for its cartridges, and is a simple yet robust weapon. In its original form it was a slightly tuned Device based on a bullpup rifle; in the three years since he joined the OFM his Device has been periodically upgraded and tuned. It posesses the barest rudiments of an AI - just the bare software protocols needed to regulate mana processing - granting it fast charging time and a high rate of fire. It has only one form, as said rifle, and has been strengthened for use in parrying and striking as John tends to favor close quaters battle over the bombadment duels favored by many shooting specialists. It is a tough weapon, having parried blows from Glen's Sword Device
Phoenix and is capable of good accuraccy. Master Chief has never named his Device, calling it "my rifle"; neither has it bothered to request a name, simply adressing him as "Sir."
Unlike
Cross Mirage, the command trigger for his spells can be either verbal or with the squeezing of the trigger. The default spell is
Barrett Shoot. Master Chief prefers to squeeze the trigger, allowing him to shoot just a second faster than, say, Teana.
Visually, the Device resembles an MA5C assault rifle, but without the abovebarrel electronic ammo display, navigation system and intergrated sight. Order armorer "Lurch" has compared it to the MA5K carbine variant of the Assault Rifle and the older MA2B carbine; however the Order has not been able to pursue inquiries into the lab and John's background due to a lack of time. The resemblence to both Erusian weapons is uncanny...and perhaps, was a sign of things to come.