Name: John Victor Faceur

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Appearance: [hider=In here][img=http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yo2WB1Cpjas/TPlmaDcIFpI/AAAAAAAABDU/XAzxNjAx8zk/s1600/Tolentino_cyber_soldier_009_cca_sm.jpg]
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Used to stand a measly 5 foot 6 inches tall. But since augmentation, enhancement and training, has put on a extra foot. Under the helmet and around the removed parts of his skull and flesh are strands of dark red hair. The starting of a beard are in evidence as his time in training and augmentation has made it very hard to catch the time to shave. Very little of his lighter frame remains. Skin and cybernetics clearly show in some places, where his limbs were removed and replaced with the powerful steel and circuitry and wiring that makes him a Nightmare. Biological circuits wind their way up his body from his limbs, connecting them to the central node at the back of his neck, and leading into the central control unit inside his head. Despite all of his cunning brown eyes look out at everything around him, he has lost none of his intelligence despite everything he's been through.

Former Occupation: Politician, Holds distinction as the man who was the deciding vote to pass the Nightmare Protocol

Mode of Operation: Riflemen focus, with a Close Combat secondary role

History: 

Dear fucking god what have I done to myself?

Used to sit on the United Front government council. I was at the forefront of the movement within the governing body to help us in this war. Not win it, the Faithful and the United Front have been at each others throats for centuries. At this point, just stopping the march of The Word is our biggest goal. Forget fucking winning the war. We just need to stop The Word. And the Nightmares are the way we're going to do that.

When the idea of the Nightmare Protocol was first brought forth, lots of people thought it was just a pipe dream. The idea of the Nightmares, cybernetic, physical cyborgs, loyal to the Front, unable to be turned by The Word. It sounded like fairy tales. The technology wasn't even there yet. Sure we could provide robot like prosthetics to wounded soldiers, but we didn't have the ability to remove limbs and replace them with usable limbs that were lights years stronger then the originals. But as time went on, and we saw we could do these things. I began to see the need for this to happen. It's our saving grace. This could help us get a foot forward.

So when we won the vote. I was one of the many to volunteer. I handed in my resignation as a councilor, and volunteered to the Nightmare Protocol. It was hard, damn it was hard. I did things I never figured I could do. But soon, boom, they had made a soldier out of me. Then, they made a Nightmare out of me. They took my arms, part of my brain, my legs, my eyes, ears and nose. And soon I could see, hear, smell things like never before. I could jump three stories with ease, climb sheer surfaces, and race aloing the grounds at speeds that should be impossible for a normal person. But I wasn't a normal person anymore. Going out on leave, I could see it in the eyes of the people. I was beyond human now. I truly am a Nightmare.

Loadout: 

Battle rifle: .50 calibre selective fire rifle with a 3x power integrated scope, that can be wired to his eyes to reach 50x power scope. Full auto, burst, and semi-auto fire selections. 50 round magazine, 7 carried

Sidearm: burst fire combat pistol, firing .45 calibre pistol rounds. Integrated red dot collimator sight, with under barrel combat blade. 30 round bar magazines, 4 carried.

Arm sheathed 15 inch combat blades.

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And here is my character.