Against The Wind ~Military RP~ ACCEPTING

[Alfor]

Ivy silently walked towards Nick.

[sicksadworld.]

Artemes
Name:
Keamy Durand
Age:
38
Gender:
Male
Looks:

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Personality:
Keamyis described as a military type and very dangerous not because of how big he is, or the weaponry, but his willingness to kill at the drop of a hat. He is a merciless survivor who was a First Sergeant of the United States Marine Corps, serving with distinction. Keamy also is a big fan of heavy weaponry and physical fitness and dislikes negotiations and doctors.
He is very muscular, standing around six foot six/five and with a very tactical mind
Rank((Private, sargent, ect):
First Sergent
Home Country:
Thunder bay, Ontario, Canada
Family, friends, pets:
His mother and father, Bella and David Durand, brother Hugh and recently deceased fiancé Sian
How long have they been in the army:
Since the age of nineteen

[Actually.A.Herondale]

((accepted))

[Alfor]

-waves arms in air like Sokka- It's a giant...Mushroom! Maybe it's friendly! FRIENDLY MUSHROOM!!!! Mushy fooey friend!
Back to reality... XD

"Yes sir?" Ivy asked Nick, probably surprising him by adressing him differently. Normally she'd say, yeah?, Yup?, or something like that.

[Actually.A.Herondale]

Travis came over too, shaken, but not hurt.
"I'm going to form two patrols. One to stay here -most likely those with medical training- and the rest are coming with me into Fallujah to see if we can find anything useful." Nick said.

[Alfor]

"I can go to Fallujah..." Ivy replied a moment after Nick explained what hewas doing.

[Actually.A.Herondale]

"I wouldn't trust myself to fix a paper cut." Travis said/

[Alfor]

Ivy lightly smirked, almost snickering.

[Actually.A.Herondale]

Nick nodded. "Stephen is coming too, and who else is there whos fit?" He asked the question more to himself, looking around for anyone.

[Alfor]

"I guess I'll be staying here..." Talon mumbled quietly, standing up, using the crutches so he could stand.