[b]Name:[/b] Andrew Macdonald
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Age:[/b] 23
[b]Appearance:[/b] A young man with brown/blonde hair and blue eyes, Andrew stands at 6.4 feet tall with wide shoulders and with a surprising amount of upper body strength despite his lean form.

[b]Rank:[/b] Private First Class
[b]Class:[/b] Lancer

[b]Weapons and Equipment:[/b]
Lancaar M1
Ragnaid
Uniform
Blast Shield

[b]Personality:[/b] Generally rather quiet, many people seem to assume that Andrew is dumb due to the fact that he tended to get low scores in school or that he tends to take on jobs that require physical labor. Anyone who has ever talked to him on a subject that he enjoys will quickly discover that he is actually rather intelligent, but he can't stand the education system.

While undergoing military training, the trainers discovered that Andrew was a rather empathic person to the point where it effected his ability to work with guns; Whenever the targets were humanoid in nature, Andrew wouldn't be able to shut off the part of his brain that said something along the lines that he was about to end the life of a human being. This hesitation and inaccuracy vanished whenever Andrew was training to be a lancer against a tank however; While he knew that tanks tended to have crews, since he couldn't see them he could focus on the armored machine of death that needed to be taken out.

Andrew is rare for the fact that he isn't racist. He honestly doesn't see the point in hating someone for how they were born since they didn't choose to be born that way; What he does hate however are the self entitled, arrogant, self serving assholes that seem to make up most of the noble class.

[b]Bio: [/b]Andrew was born the youngest and only male child in the family with three elder sisters. Somewhat spoiled due to being the youngest in the family, Andrew had what is considered a wonderful childhood with a loving family and whenever he met anyone who didn't have such a thing he couldn't help but appreciated what he was so fortunate enough to have.

Andrew's school years had their share of good and bad teachers, but he never did seem to raise to high grade wise. Despite the best efforts of the more perspective of his teachers Andrew never really found himself invested in his school work and at times failed to see the point of some of the things they were trying to teach.

One of the major highlights of his school days was during a history class when the subject of the Darcsen and Valkyria war came up. The history teacher was a devote Yggdist and tried sell the idea of the Valkria's divine nature and how lucky the Darcsen's were that the Valkria were so pure of spirit to only punish them instead of wiping them out for the imperfect creatures that they were. Andrew openly argued against this, making the point that the so called 'facts' that his teacher was talking about was all written by the Valkria themselves and thus they were unreliable due to the nature of those who win wars writing history so that they would appear to be the good guys and those they fought against were monsters.

The argument that followed lasted for a while and Andrew was given detention for 'disrupting the classroom', but his classmates had watched as Andrew kept a cool head and made his arguments based on the facts of human physiology and other historical incidents in which history was rewritten where as their teachers arguments devolved into bullheaded religious zealotry that abandoned the need for facts. While it didn't sway everyone in the classroom, it did cause enough of them to question what they were being taught that Andrew considered it a win.

After school, Andrew tended to take on jobs that didn't require a higher education and tended to be more physical in nature until the call for solders rose up to defend their lands against the Empire. Andrew gladly signed up because he would rather get put into a proper squad rather then one made up completely of conscripts.

[b]RP Sample:[/b]
Taking a moment to glance at a nearby clock and noticing that it was ten in the morning on a Thursday, Andrew tried to ponder where he would have been if he wasn't currently standing in a recruitment line for a war that his homeland hadn't wanted to be apart of with a grim resolve. He normally stopped by one of the village clothing shops in order to help them unpack and put out new stock on Thursday; Not the most challenging of jobs but time consuming and strangely fulfilling in its own way.

As time passed and the line grew shorter, Andrew took a deep breath as it was finally his turn to stand in front of the recruitment officer. "Name?"

"Andrew Macdonald."