Name: Alexander the 4th Smith

Age: 25

Nationality: 
England

Base of Operations: 
North America

Bio:
Alexander was destined for military service before he was even born into the world, the first and only son of family lineage of soldiers dating generations. His father drilled into him the military way of life so when he joined the military instead of going to college, he barely noticed a change. The first time he felt the weight of his sniper rifle during training is a memory forever burned into his skull, the heavy metal chassis, the resistance of the trigger, the pain from the knock back as the first shot shook his body, and the sight as the target dummy's head exploded. He could remember the smile on his face as he knew he had realized his dream of joining the SAS, all those years of harsh training and missions had made him one of the youngest members to join it. Or so he had thought. His time with his new unit was relatively short on going on a few missions before a unknown party became interest in his unit. They were told the man was there looking for the best we had to join a black ops group he wouldn't name. There were some who were naturally wary about all the secrecy but Alexander wanted to showcase what he could do. Again he cold remember it so clearly, the piercing brown eyes staring downrange with not a dip in his posture from the man, his heart racing faster than it ever has, and the instructor ordering him to fire as targeted moved across the field. One by one Alexander took them down not missing once despite a strong westward wind. His body remained locked in his firing position as he heard the faintest whisper "I'll be taking him off your hands if you don't mind, not that it matters if you do.". That is when he was told of XCOM, the organization funded by the countries of the world to protect Earth against an unknown enemy. It didn't take a lot of convincing before Alexander had accepted the invitation determined to push his limits even further. He became faster, quicker, and stronger thanks to the training XCOM gave him and found himself able to switch targets faster than he ever could beating his own record. He was immediately transferred to XCOM's North American HQ who and assigned to the squad 'Steel Tigers' which he struggled to get along with being used to being the best in his team. His first alien kill came during a covert opeartion in Vancouver, a report had come in that suggested 'thin-men' were holding a important french dignitary hostage along with the mysterious cell known as EXALT. What surprised him is the feeling of calm he felt as he saw ERT members with burning holes in them, a part of his training he supposed. If it hadn't been for the UFO, the mission would have went smoothly but one of the first rules they teach you at XCOM is nothing ever goes according to plan. He hadn't known the major very well but his death impacted the whole team yet no one broke because of it. He couldn't believe the woman the UFO captured had survived the crash. The war had just begun.
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Casual Wear

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Class: Sniper

Squad: Steel Tigers

Rank: Corporal

Utility Skills/Strengths:
Dead-eye - Able to hit his target with the first shot
Expert in infiltration
Fast Reactions

Personal Skills:
Calm - Remains cool under pressure
Sharp - Quickly notices something out of place.

Weaknesses:
Lone wolf - Prefers to be left alone and takes longer to bond with squad-mates.
Poor Leadership skills - Unable to handle the pressure of command and leading others