I am finished for the most part. I might expand my character's history a bit.

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[B]Agent Name[/B]: Icarus Rose

[B]Agent Code Name[/B]: Phoenix

[B]Age[/B]: 24

[B]Gender[/B]: Male

[B]Appearance[/B]: something like this minus the death claw gauntlet. [Img] http://th07.deviantart.net/fs45/PRE/f/2009/113/a/3/101_by_sandara.jpg[/img] 

[B]Armor[/B]: riot gear minus helmet.

[B]Clothing[/B]: roving trader's outfit

[B]Weapons[/B]: Gehenna, 10 mm pistol, and a 40 grenade launcher.

[B]Miscellaneous items[/B]: he carries enough medical supplies to provide self aid when injured and to treat up to 3 additional personnel.

[B]Forces of habit[/B]: Icarus tend to be fairly good natured and always positive. He does not actively seek violence unless he determines it to be the only course of diplomacy (or orders). He is very knowledgeable about technology and human anatomy. He is tough and resilient. He has a slight masochistic tendency which might hide a subconscious self hatred.

[B]Biography[/B]: Born and raised in the woods outside East Lancing, Michigan, Icarus had it rough. His community had to constantly fend off raiders, ghouls, and the occasional rogue robot coming from the radioactive ruins of Detroit. His parents were the village's healers and naturally he was trained and expected to be the next healer for the village. It was a task he happily embraced. He learned to treat radiation sickness, bullet wounds, animal bites, and other common aliments that befell the locals. His skills made him important to his community and he felt he belonged. His father was killed while on a hunt out in the woods by what the witnesses called a "big black bear that was more ferocious than the mythological grizzly bear." His mother was stricken with grief and died a month later after refusing food and water. Icarus was taken in by the tribe who encouraged him to perfect his healing art.

The constant dangers around the area and attacks from Detroit dwindled the numbers in his community. Until ultimately, raiders finally overran his communities defenses. Instead of fighting, he was told to flee with the woman and children of the town. He was sent wandering the Great Lakes region with other refugees. He already had standing with the villagers before, but now since he was the oldest surviving man, he became the unofficial chief of the newly nomadic tribe at the age of 17. He organized the survivors and lead them up to Lake Huron. He did not know what he would find there but he went anyways.

Once there he found an old shipping yard that had been abandoned except for scavenging radroaches. It was already fortified by high barb wire fences and cement structures. Icarus got his people inside and found refuge in one of the many prewar buildings. They got the electricity working once more and slowly began to explore the compound. There were two large cargo vessels still anchored in the shipyard. One was still seaworthy. The other got picked over for supplies. Icarus began assigning duties to man the fortifications and vowed that no one would take this place from us. 

His people lived there for 3 years without incident. They worked out a farming rotation and fishing. They had electricity and warmth. It was a working paradise. It all came to a standstill when a strange sound came from over the water. Three verified came out of the clouds and descended onto the docks. All three landed and out came soldiers in shining power armor. From among the formidable force stepped a man who introduced himself. He explained he was from the Enclave and that they were America reborn. He also explained the importance of his tribes location and gave them an ultimatum. Be absorbed into the Enclave and rebuild America or be destroyed. His people took a vote and none said no. They were always American even after the bombs. When America came calling they gladly answered.

The shipyard got reinforced by Enclave forces who quickly turned it into a main crossing point for Enclave equipment. With the promise of the safety of his people at the shipyard, Icarus left his people to fight for the Enclave. He enlisted and shortly after his medical knowledge became useful to his new employers. His squad sustained heavy casualties when the Enclave pushed it's way east and south into Maine. They all survived because of him. From there he moved from squad to squad unit to unit for mission after mission. Power armor does a lot but there was no way to stop physics and when soldiers get hurt, someone has to give aid immediately otherwise death steals another soul away. 

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