[hider=Pvt Ivor Faulkner][centre][b]Name[/b]
Ivor Faulkner

[b]Nickname[/b]
Ive

[b]Gender[/b]
Male

[b]Age[/b]
23

[b]Description[/b]
Standing at around 6"4", Ivor's most distinguishing feature is his impressive figure, complete with broad shoulders and a wide set stance. His hair is a dirty blonde and often a tad longer than the regulation buzz cut, but he hides it with a cap when off duty. On those rare occasions when he isn't in a full combat suit, Ivor can often be found lazing about in jeans and old shirts, all semblance of military discipline gone.

[b]Rank[/b]
Private

[b]Class[/b]
Heavy Assault, MAX-trained

[b]Preferred Weapons[/b]

T-7 Mini-Chaingun with Extended Magazine

TX2 Emperor

His face.
Not one to bring a knife to a gun fight, Ivor would much rather headbutt the enemy in melee before finishing them off with a burst of chaingun fire.

[b]Helmet[/b]
[url=http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20131223014802/planetside2/images/9/92/Nanocom_Helmet.png]Nanocom Helmet[/url]

[b]Camouflage[/b]
As the resident frontliner, Ivor has no need for camouflage and displays his Terran red with pride.

[b]Certifications[/b]
Advanced Shield Capacitor
Ammuniton Belt
Nanite Mesh Generator

[b]Background[/b]
The Faulkner family has not always been ardent patriots of the Republic. In the past, members have been everything from disgruntled unionists and malcontents to full-blown rebels and insurrectionists; many Faulkners have died fighting against the ideals that Ivor holds so dear. Born in a hydroponic farming community, he would likely have led a mediocre life if the New Conglomerate hadn't decided to make an example of them. While the details of the attack are hazy, the end result was Ivor spending his formative years in a TR orphanage, learning the important things from the school of hard knocks; honour, justice, duty and undying loyalty to the Terran Republic. Naturally he signed up as soon as he was able, although it was years before he was assigned to a combat unit.

[b]Personality[/b]
Ivor is both the most motivated and lazy person you will ever meet. While this may seem paradoxical, it is a result of a lifetime's education and political indoctrination; when on duty, Ivor knuckles down to do his job as best he can and when off-duty he just lazes about, waiting for the next call to arms. Regardless of where he is, Ivor's dry sense of humour and fierce loyalty to his comrades makes him an easy to like, low maintenance member of the team. Just don't get him drunk.

[b]Other[/b]
Ivor is fully trained on the operation of MAX suits, competent in every MAX weapon in the TR arsenal. This comes at a cost however; all that time spent training on MAXing means that he barely had time to learn how to handle a Flash, let alone a real combat vehicle.
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