Not going too crazy in a short bio right now. Name: Jeff Gargano Age: 25 Gender: Male Weapon: Sniper Rifle Appearance: Short dusty brown hair, blue eyes, six foot tall, average built, black t-shirt and faded jeans. ------------- Jeff was at the shooting range, testing out his sniper rifle. Out in the field was a bottle of Pepsi. He took a deep breath as he began to focus, closing his other eye as he looked at his target. Slowly he pulled the trigger, the gun jumped back as it fired, but he stayed upright. The bullet flew, just barely missing the bottle of Pepsi, as Jeff muttered. "Dang wind." ---------------- So there you go, [MENTION=10735]Lioconvoy[/MENTION], I'm not the best at intros, but I hope you can work with this.
[Character bio;Name: Lioconvoy, called Lio (pronounced loy) Age: Appears 35 Gun: M-16 Appearance: Male, 5'10", blue hair, blue goattee. Lio is dressed in white and red camo, and black militaty boot. ] "I wish I could use the wind as an excuse." Lio laid in position next to the fellow with the sniper rifile. While the sniper fellow had a bottle as a target the target at th end of his position was a standard military paper target with six siluetes. Lio took six shots at one of the larger targets and not only missed the target but the paper as well. "How am I supposed to even fix the site if I can't even hit the target?"
Jeff gave a shrug as he took another look through his sight, to focus on the bottle. "Are you missing through both sides or just one. If you're only missing left, at least you can compensate that." Though it's been a while since I had to adjust this thing.
"Left or right I can rarely ever hit anything. One time I was two feet in front of a barn. Fifteen round clip and I didn't hit the barn once. Somehow I did manage to hit my own cheek and the farmer who was about a half a mile away in a corn feild. Fortunately I don't use propper bullets when I practice shooting." The gentalman next to him probably couldn't tell but while he appeared to be a normal human he was actully a giant robot in a pertender shell. He used to use remote bodies to practice his aim, but even if he did get better in the remote it never passed along to his true body. So now when he practiced his shooting he either did it on barren planets or in a pertender shell that shrank him down to standard human size.
"Really now? Sounds like you're more used to wielding a bigger weapon... or at least one with more spread. Have you ever tried using a shotgun?" He licked his lips slowly as he fired once again, the bullet scraping the top of the soda bottle this time, as he frowns. "Dang it."
"The last time I use a shot gun I nearly died so much of the shot ended up in me somehow." The nearly died part was an exageration considering his true nature but he was taking the shotbout of himself for up to amonth after. Try for the target again he control his breathing centered the target in his site then sqeezed the trigger. A moment latter her heard a woman down the range yelp in pain. Since there had been no women at the range when last he checked he must have hit someone. Good news for the poor gentalman was that the GB rounds were expired and when the victim woke up the next day he'd be back to normal. If the rounds hadn't been expired the transfomation would have lasted a month. How he hit someone who wasn't even down range baffeld him.
Jeff blinked at the yelp, as he looked over slowly to the other male, tilting his rifle down. "That's... something. Are you sure you've shot before?"
"Plenty of times with a veriety of weapons. No matter what I use I rarely hit my target. I can throw things just fine I don't always hit what I'm aaiming at but at least it makes sense where the object I've thrown ends up. But with guns and even a sling shot, I can be two feet in front of a target and still miss. Where the projectile end up rarely maks any sence."
Jeff put his weapon down, taking a few steps back, as he positioned himself a tad behind Lio. "Show me how you aim. I'm curious as to why you're missing so much."
"So am I." Lio aimed his gun agian. First he lined up the berral with his targrt. Then he look through the site, once he was steady on target he slowed his breathing and on the exale he squeezed the trigger. A moment latter his tagrt was still unscafed.
"Be my guest." He didn't know what his range neighbor expected to find. His gun well kept, perfectly maintained, and as clean as a whistle. The gun was a proper standard military issue with no fany add-ons. The only odd thing was the ammo, he was bound to notice the black tips of the bullets. Still GB bullets even expired one wouldn't affect his aim. Metalhead and Megatron both had perfect aim with GB Bullets. Megs did complain that they didn't affect her. "Feel free to fire it if you want."
Jeff took the gun, looking over it. He took the cartridge out to look over the ammo. "You're using expired ammo? Hmm... that shouldn't affect your aim though." He slid the cartridge back in and aimed the gun at a target, just looking it over, in a thought.
"Call it a wild guess." He gave a small chuckle. "Nah, man, I was just asking, some people use expired ammo."
"I was not aware normal ammo exired. And why would you think black tipped bullets were expired unless you were familar with transformation bullets and knew the tips changed from white to black when expired. Either that or your a technopath and heard me thinking about the bullets being expired." He was no fan of telepaths but as a living machine it was rare for telepaths to read his mind, but technopaths, even his prevention methods rarely work. Well technopaths couldn't take control of him, but they could read his surface thoughts.
"They have this sort of thing where normal ammo only has a shelf life. Some people say it's a government mandated thing, but no one's too sure. Anyways, Technopath? What are you talking about, isn't the word Telepath?" He fired the gun, hitting the target, shaking his head. "I just know ammo, it's a family tradition sort of thing, knowledge of ammo."
"A telepath reads the minds of organic creatures some of the mor powerful ones can read the mind of inorganic minds as well, but it is far from easy. A technopath can comincate or read machines. You family tradition include knowedge from beyound your planet?" [Sorry for the slow reply. Work has been busy and I needed a break from typing on my Vita.]
"Not sure if you'd believe it but... My father used to deal in alien tech. I've seen this type of ammo before."
"This ammo in particular is off my own disign, still there may be simular technology out there, but to know that this ammo was expired...."
