Second character sheet follows. 


[b]| Identity |[/b]
Commander Rick Flag

[b]| Origin & Backstory |[/b]

Rick Flag III comes from a military dynasty. His lineage has been traced back far enough to prove that a Flag has served in every major American conflict. His grandfather was a war hero for the allies during the Second World War, while his father served with distinction in Vietnam. Flag enlisted in the Navy after graduating high school in 1995. Flag's aptitude for marksmanship and demolitions granted him a shot to become a SEAL. He passed a grueling SEAL regiment with flying colors and became member of the Navy SEALs. Shortly after 9/11 Flag was given a commission to First Lieutenant and appointed a squad leader for the United States Naval Special Warfare Development Group better known as SEAL Team Six.

Flag and his men carried out missions in Afghanistan, Iraq, and all over the world. He may or may not have been involved in a raid into Pakistan in May of 2011, but the matter is classified. It was during a black op in December of 2013 that it all changed for Flag. Inside the Syrian border, Flag and his squad's helicopter was shot down. Flag was one of three men who survived the crash. Badly wounded by the crash, Flag and the two soldiers managed to fight their way out of Syria and into Israel. Flag nearly died of his wounds, while the two soldiers with him were mortally wounded by gunfire. While Flag recovered, the two men died of their wounds. He was given a promotion to Commander and was discharged from the Navy for his services. 

While Flag was recovering from his wounds in Germany a woman visited him. She gave her name as Amanda Waller, a veteran of the intelligence community who was putting together a special team of special operators. The plan was to use the new and growing metahuman crime problem to the government's advantage. A penal unit made up of criminals pressed into black ops for pardons with Flag in command. An expendable unit headed by an expendable soldier. Flag accepted right away.

[b]| Character Notes |[/b]

[b]Task Force X aka The Suicide Squad[/b]
(Final team membership pending on approval from other players)

Dr. Amanda Waller: Former CIA analyst and current head of Task Force X
Rick Flag: Field commander.
Noah Kuttler aka Calculator: Computer genius and technical 
Eve Eden aka Nightshade: CIA liaison with the ability manipulate shadows and light.
Sarge Steel: Intelligence analyst and Waller's bodyguard.
Benjamin Turner aka Bronze Tiger: Former Green Beret turned assassin
Count Werner Vertigo aka Count Vertigo: European aristocrat and art thief with the ability to induce vertigo and effect the center of gravity of others.
Issac Bowin aka The Fiddler: A former violin prodigy who can manipulate sound and thoughts with his violin.
William Heller aka White Dragon: White supremacist with super-strength.
General Wade Eiling: High-ranking Pentagon member and Waller's direct superior inside the National Intelligence community.

[b]Al-Jihad[/b]

Al-Jihad is a terrorist organization that works across the globe to wage covert war against its enemies, whomever they may be. Though they use many cut-outs and go-betweens, Al-Jihad at its core only has four members.

Rustam: A shadowy figure from Abu Dabi with political and financial connections across the world.
The Burnt Man/Staff Sergeant Peter Blaine: A former member of Flag's SEAL team left for dead in Syria. Kidnapped and indoctrinated by Al-Jihad.
Ravan: A descendant of the ancient Thugee cult and a master of hand to hand combat.
Colonel Mushtaq: Former Saudi intelligence service member turned terrorist.

[b]| Powers & Abilities |[/b]
No powers. But Flag is a trained special forces soldier and intelligence officer with an expertise in a variety of combat and surveillance fields.


[b]| Character Goals |[/b]

I want to tell some spy/military stories with the Squad. I have a whole overarching storyline planned involving the US government, the Military Industrial Complex, PMCs, mission creep, and the fucked up psyche that comes with being forced to do this kind of work.

[b]| Sample Post |[/b]


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[b]Siberia
1,600 Kilometers East of Chita
36 Hours to Rendezvous[/b]

The high-jacked train the Squad commandeered rolled across the Siberian landscape. To the south was the Ural Mountains and China. The Chinese province of Da Hinggan Ling was a little more than a hundred kilometers away.

Inside the lone passenger car attached to the engine, the members of Task Force X busied themselves with activities to pass the time. Waller and Sarge Steel were going over the finer details of the assault plan in the front of the car. Rick Flag sat a few rows behind them. He was disassembling and cleaning his .45. A napping Bronze Tiger was two seats to his right. Nightshade sat across the aisle on Flag's left, her nose buried in a book. Three rows behind her Count Vertigo read a magazine on rare and expensive wines. Calculator sat directly behind him. His laptop was out and he kept checking the train's speed and direction to makes sure everything was fine. In the back of the car, Deadshot sat with Blockbuster. They were playing poker on the folding table set up near the back entrance.

"Give me three," Desmond grunted. He placed three cards on the table. Lawton drew three cards and slid them at Blockbuster.

"Dealer takes two," Lawton said, placing two cards down and picking two new ones up.

"So this mission seems pretty fucked, right?" Desmond reached for two chips and tossed them into the center of the table. "Bet."

"They're all fucked up. But that's something you'll never have to deal with."

Lawton reached for four chips and placed them into the pot. "Call and raise."

"Yeah, you're right. I've got my parole after this. I'm as free as a bird." Blockbuster placed three chips into the pot. "Call and raise."

"You won't live to see that parole," Lawton said. He added two more chips to the pot. "It's just a fact. Raise."

"Look at me, Lawton. I popped motherfucker's heads off with ease back home."

"This ain't back home. It don't matter how big your dick is, boy. What matters is survival and the luck of the draw. You don't have that, I can tell. Bolt and Brick didn't have that and they got killed. Same thing with Psi and Mindboggler. It ain't about fate or serving a higher purpose. It's about pure animal instincts and luck. You got a shit ton of one, and none of the other."

"I'll show you luck, asshole," Desmond spat. He threw a chip into the pot. "Call and show 'em."

Blockbuster flipped his cards over. He had one seven of hearts along with a pair of aces and a pair of eights. 

"Two pair, dickwad."

"The dead man's hand. How apropos."

Lawton laid out his cards in order. He had the two of spades, the three of spades, the four of spades, the five of spades, and the six of spades.

"Straight flush."

Lawton reached over and scooped the chips into his hand.

"This is why I'll never die on a mission. No matter how hard I try."

While Blockbuster and Deadshot played cards, Flag finished reassembling his pistol. He slid in the clip, flicked on the safety, and placed it back into its shoulder holster.

"Flag," Waller called. "Come here for a sec."

Flag stood up and walked to the front where Waller and Steel were waiting. She handed Flag a metallic wristband. There were glowing buttons on the band with the codenames of all the criminal team members stamped under the buttons. Above the red buttons were black ones with the names of the rest of the Squad stamped under them.

"Here's your leash for the mission. Anyone acts up or goes rogue, don't hesitate to blow their heads off."

"And what about these black buttons? They weren't here the last time I used it."

"Oh, those..." Waller exchanged looks with Steel before she looked over her shoulder to make sure nobody else was within earshot. "Look, Flag, I meant what I said about not getting captured. We're in the middle of Russia illegally. Anyone of us gets caught it'll set off a goddamn international incident. If one of us does, even the non-criminals, we have to be prepared..."

"Wait...are you saying what I think you're saying?" Flag looked down at the wristband. "Which one is mine? Want to see my head go pop, Waller?"

"Keep your voice down," Waller said in a stern tone. "Sarge and I got them in our blood too. Flag, this isn't us going up against some third world terrorists. Look outside that window, son. This is goddamn Russia we've invaded. If they capture us and find out who we are, there's no telling what kind of shit this could start. I'd rather die than be taken alive. After what happened in Africa, I'd think you'd feel the same."

Flag narrowed his eyes at Waller. "You should have at least asked our permission."

"Why? So you could bellyache and whine?" Waller let a thin smirk escape from her lips. "Well, considering you're doing it now, maybe I should have told you up front. Listen, Flag, if this goes right we won't even need to use the nanites on any of us. Once the mission is over, I give all of us the stuff to wash them out. No harm, no foul."

Flag took the wristband from Waller and attached it to his right wrist.

"I'm tempted to push the button marked 'The Wall.'"

"Ha. Sorry, doesn't work like that. All the non-criminal buttons are dormant until they're activated with my code."

"Right," Flag said in a sarcastic tone. "Good to see I have your complete trust and faith."

"I trust you, Flag, only about as far as I can throw you, but I trust you."

Flag rolled his eyes and walked back to his seat, the metallic wristband now strapped to his arm.
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