Name: Arran Mackenzie
Age: 37 (1977)
MO: Scout/Recon

RN (Royal Navy) 1996-2003
-Naval Reconnaissance Team Member/Leader
-Skilled with SOFLAM
-Good Swimmer
-Particpated in Yugoslav Crisis, 1999
-Participated in Battle of Basra, 2003

SBS (Special Boat Service) 2004-2010
-Highly skilled with RIB Boats (Duh)
-Well trained in Stealth Operations
-Reconnaissance/Scout Soldier
-Capable of Diving Usage
-Talented with Krav Maga/Knives
-Effective with Silenced/Specialized Weaponry
-Operations in East Timor, Iraq, Afghanistan, Somalia

Equipment: 
-Sig Sauer P226 (Grey)
-SOG Knives Tomahawk

History: Born in Stornoway in the Outer Hebrides (Scotland), Arran was born to a teacher of a mother and a drunk of a father. He made no mistake when after having pretty poor grades, joined the RN, or the Royal Navy in 1996. He served aboard a frigate for around six months, before getting himself involved in some more ground action, where he found that he was far more effective as a soldier than a mariner- ashore in Iraq in 2003, in Basra as a RN Naval Reconnaissance team. He had balls. He lost three toes on his left foot following an IED, and was notably known for still fighting, with L85 in hand, after even this before then getting himself checked out. While seen by some of his squad as an unrelenting psychopath and by others as a bold and brave man, sometimes this mentality works well in warfare, and his eventual progression into SBS training was inevitable. He became a honed and refined stealth operator, sent in either pairs or teams up to twelve on operations that the SBS, like it's American counterpart, the US Navy Seals, would carry out where military intervention didn't really happen. Over time, he ranked up to Staff Sergeant within his time-frame of service.

After five years of service in the SBS, something went terribly wrong. An operation in Somalia in 2010 left two of his squad dead, and three of his mates injured from twelve. Someone was going to take the blame. And unluckily for Arran, he was the man who was busy pushing forward when there were comrades of his coming down. He was suspended without pay, but this was insane. He was angry. He turned to drug dealing and left, and found his training apt to deal with the reality of the streets. He was arrested consequently a year later, after making what was effectively half a million from Methamphetamine, one of the largest groups in Northern Europe. He was thrown into a cell for four years, out of his fifteen year sentence. Until someone came along and offered a way out. Arran was deniable as an asset, and the blame game had just found him unlucky- he was a talented SBS operator, and he had capability where many other inteligence assets would just get blown open. Sent to Africa, he was instructed to hunt the Scorpion. No support, just the release of his jail sentence, the "accidental" return of his drug money, and whatever money that Scorpion had on his head. It was too good not to go for. A chance to at least buy himself into some more conflict, and redeem himself. And make some cash while at it. He needed a Zodiac upriver, and that was what the British Government gave him- from there on out, he was now out for some money.

Appearance: 
Almost completely bald shaven, and with a thick brown beard, as well as being fairly built from his time in prison, Arran is a nutter if there ever was one. He has brown eyes, and stands about 6"3 tall. Arran usually wears a blue T-shirt with a pair of outdoors trousers, as well as a Boonie hat, painted a distinctive digital green. A pair of black Oakleys join this, further separating him from the locals in a way. He is well built, having a tattoo of a Wyvern on his back, a mythological dragon-like creature, as well as having a strong Scots accent. He is missing three of his toes on his left foot, from a previous IED in Iraq, something that is the most prominent of his war wounds- the rest being small scars and bruises. He isn't eloquent, or refined. He is a thug from first appearances, and happily looks like a man who would take a life in either warm or cold blood.