Name: Torkel Haraldsson.
Age: 47.
Nation of Origin: Sweden.

Looks/desription: Amongst all the men in any given room Torkel is the one you will notice first. He is big and strong, standing at least a good head higher than most mortal men, and is built like a champion fistfighter. His intensively blonde hair is kept short, but somehow always manages to point in all directions. His face is one of many tales. The skin is scarred and worn, the result of a harsh life. The rough skin and chiseled jaw gives him a stern, disapproving look from afar, but up close one can see that Torkel’s clear blue eyes shines with joy and life.

Personality: Although daunting at first, this giant of a man is pretty friendly. He takes life as it comes and literally oozes confidence and courage. Completely unphased by the rigorous training he’s gone through and even the fate of Alpha, Torkel enjoys life, every bit he can get.
But it’s not all good, Torkel is a true drunkard, favoring beer before any lesser beverages, he can get violent and has been thrown out of more than his share of drinking venues in his life. Luckily, once he sobers up he’s the same old guy, and is never too proud to admit when he’s done something wrong.
Class: Assault.
Weapon: Beam rifle / Plasma gun.
Armor/MEC suit: Ghost / Archangel (whichever the GM prefers).
Powers/Biotic Augments: N/A.
Short Bio: Born and raised on a farm in the southern part of Sweden called Skania. He and his brother Sigvald grew up to be tough men. They were poor, their land was not the most fertile and what little forest they owned held little to no game. At and early age the boys were taught to rise early and work, sometimes several hours before breakfast and school. After school homework was the least of their worries. Whatever the family could harvest had to be watered with their own blood, sweat and tears. 
His schoolwork suffered, and people began to think both the Haraldsson-children dumb or worse. In some areas they were right, Torkel and his brother knew little of history, geometry, science and other fancy stuff. But they knew how nature worked, they could sense the wind turning, taste the dropping temperature and smell rain. They worked hard every day, and their bodies grew. As a teenager Torkel, despite his already freakish height, started to get into fights. He was an angry young man, but wasn’t angry at anything in particular, but anyone who pissed him off got to zoom in on his fists really fast. His father saw no other end to the violence than to let the kid enroll in the army. Said and done, on his 18th birthday Torkel was sent away, and didn’t see his home for several years. 
He took to the soldiers life pretty fast, as soon as he got a gun in his hand something deep within him clicked and little by little his aggressions started to melt away. As Sweden has not been involved in any war directly for a long, long time Torkel had to go abroad to see some action. He earned himself a name and some badges with NATO and in 2015 he applied to be a part of the new team Alpha which would combat the alien threat. He didn’t make it though, and royaly trashed a local bar because of it. When it was apparent that a second team had to be formed Torkel was on the short-list.