Name: Aeakron Viakwe

Alias: Aaron (Aeakron's real name is difficult to pronounce for some humans, so he simply goes by Aaron)

Gender: Male

Species: Hissho

Appearance:
(but with clothing)
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Age: 35

Role: Field medic

Equipment:
-Modified Ion ray gun: A previously basic Ion gun that has been modified to allow a target's molecular and atomic structure to be fused back together and/or repaired after being shot by a regular ion gun. There's a dial in the back of the gun that can be turned to switch in between damaging (for combat) and repairing (for medical purposes, if someone gets hurt by an ion weapon).
-Carbon Fiber armour

Bio:
Aeakron was born on the barren wasteland that is Huygen, the home planet of the Hissho. He'll never forget the red, striped dunes of sand stretching on for infinity beneath the star-spangled night sky. This was because atmosphere of Huygen was fairly shallow, revealing the sharp stars above and allowing the sun's waves ensure everything is scorching hot. Aeakron knew his childhood as only a blur of studies. Schoolwork, intelligence enhancement training, reading, reading, and more reading to advance his knowledge. He, like all Hissho, was born with a competitive spirit and a need to succeed over others. Though most of his kind were focused on physical advancements, Aeakron instead toiled day and night to gain an intellectual advantage over the others of his age. His father was a doctor and his mother an ex-soldier, and hearing about father's medical work and his mother's glorious war stories gave him the drive to become a field medic.

After completing all necessary education, he was finally recruited into military training. The training was long, difficult, and often placed him out of his element when the strict Hissho instructors ordered him to grapple with other students, but despite all this he pressed on and eventually landed a position as one of seven medics in a large military group on the outskirts of Hissho territory. For a while things were easy. He only had work on a few cuts and bruises from fights and training accidents. But then the skirmishes started on the boarder, and cuts and scrapes were replaced with hoards of majorly injured soldiers who made it back from the fighting. After a while he was promoted to being allowed in combat.

He would hang around the back of battles and wait for an ally to fall on the field before rushing forward to give them aid, usually telling them to suck it up and keep fighting. Only on near mortal wounds did he send them back to the base, and he had to put a few out their misery. He knew the battles were brutal, but to him they were completely necessary. If they allowed the SSA to claim these planets, what would they claim next? No matter how many lives were lost or ruined, they couldn't back down or give in. He saw his own kind fall in battle, but many more fell on the side of the SSA (some even by him), and this gave him courage to keep fighting until the war was over. They had won, and he reveled in the victory. He hoped to be moved up in the military, but was more or less just forgotten about. Some soldiers were given awards, public congratulations, so on and so on, but there wasn't any glory for a doctor.

The war was over and there was nothing left for him but more scrapes and bruises (this was still before tensions rose to the point they are at now) so he began to once again crave excitement and the feeling that he was [i]doing[/i] something. Almost immediately after his time in the army was finished he packed his few belongings and many supplies and started to seek out mercenary groups where he would be needed. For a good few years he would work in various mercenary groups as "the doctor" when somebody got shot, but they wouldn't let him in on any of the excitement. Eventually someone was impressed with his skills and he was- much to his own surprise- offered a place in the Crimson Legion. He had heard of them before, of course, but he was shocked when he was actually given the opportunity to join. That was a year ago, now, and in his time with the Legion he has developed an even stronger sense of purpose and drive, but he has mixed feeling about new recruits coming in. On one hand, new guys tend to get themselves killed or severely injured. On the other other hand, more newbies getting hurt means he can continue to ply his trade.