[b]Name:[/b] RIOT unit TR-8C, formerly Tracy Rite

[b]Appearance:[/b] [url=http://i.imgur.com/NNjcNUA.jpg?1]"Even in Death, soldier 'til the end."[/url]

[b]Age:[/b] 24 at his time of death, now 26

[b]Gender:[/b] Robotic, originally male

[b]Class and description of class:[/b] [s]DAHL Android RIOT UNIT[/s] 1337 SHIELD, a class specializing in tanking and drawing attention from enemies to make sure nobody gets blown the fuck up. Can use his shield to block almost any kind of damage from the front, and even provide cover for allies. 

[b]Weapons/accessories:[/b] [url=http://i.imgur.com/r7zQTwG.jpg?1]DAHL RIOT unit standard Shield,[/url] any guns he gets, rather than digistructing them, he actually integrates them into his left arm, letting him get them out quickly by just swapping out components. He holds the shield in his right hand, and shoots with his left. 

[b]Personality:[/b] Rather straight forward and forceful, TR-8C is pretty much what you'd imagine a soldier to be in terms of personality. Given his designation as a Shield unit, he has an inate instinct to try and protect things smaller than him, or just things in general. Except for Psychos. Fuck those guys. 

[b]Likes/preferences:[/b] Likes reading, skags, defragging his CPU, and the sound of his shield crushing Psycho's skulls. Favorite guns are Spiniguns, Pistols, and Shotguns. (Usually DAHL, given his built-in company loyalty.)

[b]Dislikes:[/b] People touching his helmet, people talking shit about DAHL weapons, people asking if he needs to take a shit, people asking if he still has a dick, people asking if they can use them to charge their phone, people asking if he can carry their shit for them even when they have a goddamn Digistructer at their hip.

[b]Biography:[/b] ECHO LOG START: "Hey ma...I uh...just wanted to...well, I guess I kinda should either way...things went bad on that moon. I-I know you always said that I'd be okay but...I wasn't. *sigh* Damn psycho...threw a goddamn mine under our rig while we were moving...right under me too. Blew us all up. The other boys made it out pretty alright, but me...I was screwed up bad. Half my left side blown off. *sound of scientist speaking in the other room, and a knock at the door.* IN A MINUTE! ...Ah, yeah, so uh, these scientists at DAHL fixed me up! Well...kinda. My body was broken and blown to bits, but they had enough of my brain to scoop it all up and put it into this android thing...they call it a RIOT unit or something. Apparently I'm some kind of super combat-bot now ma...it just...feels so weird. I can't eat anymore, I can't drink water anymore, and I can't even really feel things I touch but...I'm alive. Heh...remember back when I was in school, where, all those chicks kept trying to get me to go out with 'em? ..Don't think that's gonna happen anymore. *more knocking* HOLD ON, I'M DOING SOMETHING! Uh, sorry, I don't think I can make this any longer...I....I promise I'll be home sometime mom. I love you." ECHO LOG END.