CS:

Name: Felix Ward

Gender: Male

Age: 38

Appearance: 

[Felix On the left](http://www.nam.ac.uk/images/online/national-service/images/89664.jpg)

Felix is the "Old Man" of the unit. He saw the entirety of World War 2, and started to earn his thousand yard stare there. A trait that he still has even too this day. His skin is a weathered tan now, compared to a time when it was baby soft when he was a young sprat. He's got the big powerful build of a man who has humped, slogged and marched his way across almost a whole continent then did the same coming back. powerful shoulders, slightly greying hair, and a grizzled look that says, "I've done shit you wouldn't believe and survived every second of it." He moves with an almost animal like gait, a side effect of being wounded twice in the course of his military lifetime. As such he has an incredibly intimidating aura about him. There are people that can match it, but few who pull it off quite like he does. Despite seeing destruction, filth, atrocity and woe for years, he's managed to keep his sanity relatively intact.

Rank: Sergeant

Role: Marksmen/Armourer

Weapon and Ammunition: 

Lee-Enfield No4 Mk2 20-5rnd stripper clips

2x Mills Bombs

2x Green smoke canisters

2x White smoke canisters

Brief Background: 

Born in Lincoln, Lincolnshire, Great Britain. Son of a steel worker and a nurse. He wasn't incredibly well off from the beginning, but he was a happy kid none the less. He did decently in his schooling, and loved his sports, being an almost natural at rugby. He went on into his secondary schooling and would have continued on into college or university if the greatest defining moment for many young men didn't crop up.

World War 2.

When Hitler and his Nazis started to march, he told his mother and father what he intended. Got his fathers praise and his mothers tears on his shoulder, and went off to enlist. He went through bootcamp, and was shipped out to assist in the fighting in France. There beside so many other young Brits he fired in anger at the Germans. He held a Lee Enfield in his hand and even to the present day he holds one of those rifles as steadily as he would a new-bourne babe. Of course nothing was perfect. The Germans were well supplied, and had the guns and men, and drove the poorly defended and badly supplied British and French troops back. So it's no surprise he was on the evacuation ships that managed to get back to the Island. He chafed abit to get back into the thick, but wasn't with any of the groups that managed to get back into the thick. He did manage a few small raids across the Channel with small teams of infantry to help set up for greater things. But it wasn't until Normandy and Overlord that he actually got back to the mainland. He charged the shore at the northend end of Gold Beach. He was wounded three days after the landing when fighting at Boyeuk. And was the single time that he allowed himself to be pulled back off the line for treatment. He fought out the rest of the war after he returned on the front like he was meant too.

When the Second World War came to an end he shipped back and for a time was shifted back and forth doing peacekeeping and the like with his unit. By then he had earned his thousand yard stare, and made a great deal of friends and enemies. It was between World War Two and the Korean war, in that 5 year span that he was selected, recruited and trained through the Royal Marines. Doing his training and specialization as an Armourer.

When the Korean War broke out, his Marine unit was shipped out to join the fighting. His position as a marksman was established by now, and seeing him stock still for hours on end, waiting for that moment to pull off a mid range kill shot was no surprise to many of the people in his unit. It was in Korea that he recieved a second wound. Where the first blew a hole in his right shoulder, this one was a low ricochet that caught him in the ankle. Despite urgings from a young and inexperienced commanding officer he stayed on the front until a medic got to him to check him, bandaged him and said he was good. But his unit didn't spend the full three and some years in Korea and they were pulled out before the end of the conflict.

He spent time on and off a variety of boats. Until he was transfered out of his unit and into the 40 Commando battalion, on the HMS Eagle. Giving way to his "Old Man" status, it started as a joke among some of the younger marines, a few had to have it proved to them physically and verbally that he might be going through a discharge and retirement from the military within a few years, and that he might have been passed over a few times for promotion, but he's still the guy you don't want to have pointing a rifle your way, because he's not likely to miss.

Equipment:

Russian style [machete](http://www.knifeup.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/spetsnaz-machete2.jpg) - Bought during the tail end of WW2

British Fatigues (Khaki Drill camo)

Orienteering kit, compass, maps etc.

Canteen and Ration - Atleast enough for six days in the field

Mirror fitted to a telescopic armature to peek around corners.