Jump to content
Server time (UTC): 2019-07-23, 14:25
Sign in to follow this  
Archer

Archer Waters

Recommended Posts

DTFDt63.png

[video=youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R1lW044MFcI

[align=justify][[After much, much delay, I've decided to entirely alter and improve Archer Waters's back story. I know what you're thinking, “will this ruin Archer?” no! I'm simply changing what he used to do. He's a character I've been playing since I arrived at DayZRP, and being my first one – he's kind of bland. At first, he was an ex-military Army Ranger... which almost everybody is some kind of special forces. But since he's been in SRF, SFOD-D, and now RSM, I figure I should probably write something up, since he's a pretty... unique guy.]]

“Archer Waters”

After waiting for the rest of the class to stand, walk up to the stage, and receive their high school diplomas, it's finally my turn. Lord, I'm nervous. I don't know what I'm gonna do after this; I haven't planned anything. I ain't goin' to no fancy college. Hell, I guess I'll join the military er somethin'. Sheet, who am I kiddin'... sure, I'm good with a gun, but my Momma'd kill me.

After a summer had passed, and Archer's classmates and friends all moved on with their lives, he lost his sense of purpose. He had been hunting for the last few months, but it was time to grow up.

“Well, Archer, is it?”

“Uh, yessir.”

“Right, that's a funny name, son... well, Archer, I always need more firefighters, but here's the thing: I got a posit'tion available for something that's gonna take some time, and some learning on your part.

“Well, what is it sir?”

“I need you to learn how to fly one them helo-copter contraptions. The state is mandatin' somethin' er other, 'bout us havin' to have one, in case of a forest fire. And to be honest, most of the guys 'round here are too damn old to be gettin' into some flyin' metal deathtrap. So, I want you to do it. There'll obviously be a lot of learnin' and trainin', and you'll have to be licensed, and all that nonsense, but you'll be gettin' paid.”

“Uh, well sir, I guess I don't see a problem with that.”

“Good, welcome to Firehouse No.2, we're the one o' three in a hundred 'n' fifty miles.”

"I'm gon' be a pilot... damn, I'mma have me all the ladies."

Archer grew up, and at twenty-three, he was an accomplished EMS, and Fire Emergency Pilot. He'd have a few girlfriends, and his father had passed away, but he'd had a good five years, mostly. Then the infection hit. The town he lived in was small, and they were able to better prepare themselves for what would come, but it didn't help. When the virus reached his hometown, Archer rallied a group of young men, armed with hunting rifles, and civilian armaments (God bless the 2nd amendment) began killing off the horde. Although, soon it became obvious that they were not going to be able to hold their ground forever. Archer's mother got infected, and he couldn't bare to see her turn, so he packed up his things, spooled up his chopper, and flew South towards the coast, with two of his friends.

Running low on fuel, they found an industrial port, being manned by the military; there were Army, Marines, and Navy all in one place. Their defenses were set up neatly, and they seemed to be holding the infected back. Archer decided to set down the helicopter there, and see if they were willing to help him out. Once landed, the military took his weapons, and escorted him onto the ship. In passing, a Naval Pilot whispered to him, "Don't worry, your bird'll be fine with me".

Archer was sat down on the deck of the ship for some time, until another set of armed men marched him inside, to an office. Sitting there was a Naval Officer, whose name he detests. The man who convinced him that his only possibility of survival was to enlist, and so he did. They deployed him to Chernarus, and assigned him to be a pilot flying tasks off of the USS Nimitz.

~About a year later~

On a warm, summer night, Archer spooled up his Venom.

"Tower, Gun Runner 4-2 spoolin' fer taskin', over."

"Tower copies you, 4-2, you're cleared for take off, due North, over."

"Roger that, Tower, 4-2 out."

Archer was to pick up a team of Special Forces Operational Detachment - Delta, after sabotaging assets of the Chernarus Liberation Front... H&K MP5A5 locked and loaded, just in case.

"Package, Gun Runner, T-Minus sixty seconds to touch down, over."

"Copy that, Gun Runner; popping green."

"Verifyin' green, comin' to you."

As Archer dropped collective, and descended the hunk of metal that was his Huey, he noticed a reflection of sunlight, in the tree line... dog tags.

"PACKAGE: ABORT, ABORT! Charlie in the trees!"

"4-2, you gotta be more specific, man!"

"R-P-G!"

Arched slammed the collective into the full power position, pulled back on the stick, and bared down onto the right pedal. He effectively gained altitude, and swung the body of the chopper out of harm's way, but the projectile struck the tail rotor, and got jammed in between the body and the blade.

"PACKAGE: Rocket was a dud... lost my tail... goin' into a spin."

"4-2, we see that. Get the hell out of he--- SHIT, CONTACT. ENGAGE."

Gun shots rang out from the ground below, as Archer's Huey began to spin. It rocked back and forth as well, due to the momentum it already gained from the initial maneuver. He tried to level out the chopper, and gain some altitude. Finally, able to wrestle the chopper into stablization, Archer let a grin across his face; He was going to live. He noticed that the gun shots from below had ceased, he tried his radio...

"Package, 4-2... Package, come in."

Nothing but static came across the frequency.

"Package?.. Package?"

Silence.

"Goddamnit, Package!?"

"4-2, Package, shut the hell up. We're trying to make sure they're all dead down here."

"Shit... Y'all just 'bout scared the hell outta me. I'm comin' back 'round to getcha."

"No way, 4-2, bug the fuck out. Your bird is compromised... no way we're getting on that thing."

"Roger th--"

The lodged rocket became loose at that moment. The tail rotor began to push on the explosive cartridge, and squeeze at the grenade. It exploded. The back end of the chopper was obliterated, and the body was sent into a dismal spin, falling to the ground, and then there was darkness.

"4-2, if you're alive... *indistinguishable words*."

dayz-huey2.png

Share this post


Link to post

//Can't wait for more, firefighter, love the idea!

Share this post


Link to post

//Can't wait for more, firefighter, love the idea!

[[Was originally going to go with a News Chopper, but figured it didn't fit quite right! Thanks for the input, Ethan!]]

Share this post


Link to post

Crap! I read this entire thing in your damn southern accent! *Headbashes*

Hehe

Share this post


Link to post

Sounds good so far, can't wait to see more. I better get to writing myself a better background story as well.

Share this post


Link to post
sabotaging assets of the Chernarus Liberation Front

I'm going to pretend I didn't see that :P

Share this post


Link to post

sabotaging assets of the Chernarus Liberation Front

I'm going to pretend I didn't see that :P

[[Hehehehe, it's okay now, because CLF loves me :D ]]

Share this post


Link to post
Guest sarsaparilla

//ooc I'm on the edge of my seat and I can't wait to hear more.

[align=right]Sarsaparilla

[align=right]You can't spell Slaughter without Luaghter.

Share this post


Link to post

this is good, and BTW is archer waters accent your real accent?

Oh, god, no! It's an overemphasized hick accent.

Share this post


Link to post

Found him dead near a heli crash earlier.

Mmmm... no.

Well sure the ID on his body said it's him.

Now, I'm just confused. Wat?

Share this post


Link to post

Mmmm... no.

Well sure the ID on his body said it's him.

Now, I'm just confused. Wat?

Well, I'm as confused as you are xD. By "Mmmm... no." didn't you mean that wasn't you? I replied that the 'id' found on the body said it's your character. Confusion D:

Share this post


Link to post

Well sure the ID on his body said it's him.

Now, I'm just confused. Wat?

Well, I'm as confused as you are xD. By "Mmmm... no." didn't you mean that wasn't you? I replied that the 'id' found on the body said it's your character. Confusion D:

When was this? 'Cuz I haven't played all day...

Share this post


Link to post

Now, I'm just confused. Wat?

Well, I'm as confused as you are xD. By "Mmmm... no." didn't you mean that wasn't you? I replied that the 'id' found on the body said it's your character. Confusion D:

When was this? 'Cuz I haven't played all day...

I found the body about 20 minutes before the first post. Since the server restart was about 2-3 hours before the post, in that interval. On the NWAF next to the ATC there was a heli crash.

Share this post


Link to post

Well, I'm as confused as you are xD. By "Mmmm... no." didn't you mean that wasn't you? I replied that the 'id' found on the body said it's your character. Confusion D:

When was this? 'Cuz I haven't played all day...

I found the body about 20 minutes before the first post. Since the server restart was about 2-3 hours before the post, in that interval. On the NWAF next to the ATC there was a heli crash.

O.o "Archer Waters[R.S.M]"? Because, that definitely wasn't me.

Share this post


Link to post
Sign in to follow this  

  • Recently Browsing   0 members

    No registered users viewing this page.

×
×
  • Create New...