Standing in at 6', Tommy posses a somewhat lanky, athletic build, with lightly tanned skin, pock marked with a few scars from old battles. His jet black hair is short and has noticable waves, but is typically kept out of the way, and he typically keeps his facial hair clean and professional. He has an angular face, with prominent features and cool green eyes. He has the ODST patch tatooed onto his left arm.

Name: Kensington, Thomas
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Rank: Corporal
Specialization: Combat Engineer
Callsign: K-Ton

Psychological Analysis:
Relaxed and lazy, yet competent and acceptably professional, Tommy is a confident and efficient ODST trooper. A generally good natured man with strong feelings of camaraderie towards team mates. Prideful and loyal, Tommy is unafraid to break protocol and regulations and regularly does so, but can adhere to strict orders when prodded. Casually boastful of his abilities, Kensington has a can-do attitude towards most tasks, though is typically a relaxed and easy going individual, able to keep calm in most circumstances. His confidence and boastful nature often come off as arrogant or ignorant, but his comrades have generally concluded most of his big talk to be hot air to lighten the mood.

Military Background:
Thomas Kensington, also known as "K-Ton", and occasionally "Kilo", or "Kenzie" by his comrades, was an only child, son to a Captain Kensington and a nurse mother. With a strong military background, Tommy had a fairly rigid childhood, as his parents sent him to military academies for most of his youth, hoping to mold him into the ideal military soldier. As a youth Tommy performed well in school and sports alike, though was often disciplined for disrupting class, fighting and arguing with teachers and students. Nevertheless, Tommy graduated with honors, and upon graduating from high school Tommy forwent a scholarship at the esteemed Reach Military Institute, and joined the UNSC Marine Corps.

Upon graduating from the Marines basic training, Tommy was slotted to a role in with the Combat Engineers, where he worked with machines and equipment, as well as explosives on the frontlines. He served in the Cappadocia Campaign, fighting off insurrectionists attacks on one of the outer colonies, where he distinguished himself by converting Scorpion tank canister shells into am improvised explosive trap to incapacitate a sudden attack by insurrectionist forces on their base. After this campaign, Tommy applied and was recruited into the Orbital Drop Shock Troopers.

After more extensive training, Tommy was accepted into the ranks of the ODSTs, and assigned to the 21st Shock Troops Battalion. Over the next 4 years, Tommy took place in several campaigns against Insurrectionists, and traveled across dozens of worlds. As a former engineer, Tommy specialized in dealing with mechanical and electronic systems, as well as explosives and ordnance usage. Tommy was right at home with his brothers landing on planets in SOEIVs, but excelled in tactical operations, where his skill as an engineer shone more than his skill as a rifleman.

At the recommendation of his unit leader, Tommy was reassigned to the 42nd Tactical, which focused mainly on Deep Ground Surveillance or Long Range Reconnaissance missions. Tommy has spent a year with the 42nd, as the team's resident tech-monkey and explosives expert.

Loadout:

• M45 Tactical Shotgun with tactical flashlight
• M7s Caseless SMG, with Silencer/flashlight and reflex sight.
• M6C/SOCOM Magnum with suppressor and laser
• Combat Knife
• First Aid Kit
• Flashbang x2
• M9 Frag x2
• C-12 Explosives x2
• Multi-Tool
• Tac-Pad

Name: Berne, Ruben
Gender: Male
Age: 37 (Born 23rd of April, 2488)
Birthplace: Far Isle, Outer Colonies
Appearance: Ruben's skin is tinged with an auburn perma-tan, paying deference to his Armenian mother without distinguishing him notably from a well-sunned Caucasian. Silvered wisps of helmet-mottled hair drape irreverently over his face, pressing, in patches, to his sweat-glistened brow ill-cooled by the haberdashery of his visor's vents. Ruben is customarily athletic, though his Olympian form is spoilt, somewhat, by blotched, ill-pigmented skin and copious freckles that can only have been a heritage of his Celtic past. In his armour, Ruben stands around a clumsy 6'1", having been a rank and file barrack-bound solider for much of his career, and a privileged pencil-pusher before that, his military experience has not afforded him the appearance of grace when standing in 80kg of vacuum sealed spacesuit.

Rank: Sergeant (Assigned through ONI's command structure)
Specialization: Translation, Flora Expert
Callsign: Ruben has not acquired a nickname as of yet, his surname "Berne" being sufficiently snappy so as to serve as his diminutive form.

Psychological Analysis: Results of extensive ONI observation would suggest the operative in question is, at all times, motivated by an entrenched inferiority complex, perhaps the direct result of his being impressed as a young child and subsequent installation into a hostile civilian environment. The UNSC is, of course, culturally amorphous, but owing to his origin, the son of willing subjects of a rebellious and famously ill-fated colony, Ruben attempts anyway to present himself as a model, reactionary citizen of the inner colonies. Whilst it is unclear to what degree this is a front, Ruben becomes quickly angered when mention is made of the demise of his home-world, and seems often to present himself as that colony's "redeemer", proving to the world that those of his stock can excel both militarily and academically. Far from indulging in what seems to be a cultural norm among his age-group, political dissent, Ruben never misses an opportunity to speak to the superiority of home-world culture seeing as it graciously stepped in to raise him the wake of his destructive rebel parentage.

In addition, the general absence of parental figures in Ruben's upbringing has made him both extremely cynical of others, and at the same time, grasping at affection. Having been subjected to a strict military regime and a series of loveless foster-homes, Ruben generally distrusts the affections of others, finding making any form of emotional en-treatment to any other person to be exceptionally embarrassing, and scoffing at the attempts of others, despite himself. However, those who do show unexpected and unprompted affection can expect a degree of emotional dependency and jealousy. Within the confines of the military, however, Ruben's approach is entirely ideal.

It should be noted that Ruben's entire animus centres around his inherited guilt for Far Isle's rebellion, without any significant attachments to the inner colonies, his general "prove-it-to-the-world" attitude may suffer a shattering reversal were any remaining threads of the Far Isle insurrection to encounter him. A perfect agent to use against the Insurrectionists, it is important he make as little contact with the general population of contentious worlds as possible.

Military Background: Sgt. Ruben Berne, born to a mother and father of Armenian and Irish maritime origins, respectively, spent the first four years of his life on the fringes of Far Isle, a water-world colony with only a single city of perhaps only 700,000 inhabitants. The majority of Far Isle's inhabitants belonged to two petty classes - the subjects of the Amphora Agrarian and Maratime Conglomerate, a company sponsoring colonists with extensive experience in farming and fishing industries, and one which particularly appealed to the descendent of traditionalist subsistence communities, swallowed up by Earth's extensive conurbations - and the subjects of the UNSC sponsored IUCN (International Union for the Conservation of Nature), which sought to use the colony as an "Ark-World", and had lobbied the UEG for quite a significant sum of credits for the task. Regardless of these trivialities, the friction between the peoples of AAMC, who saw their agraian needs increasingly disregarded by the "intellectually aloof" UEG, and the IUCN fostered the circulation of insurrectionist political material within the AAMC's population.

In 2494, shortly after Ruben's 4th Birthday, elements of the insurrectionist sympathisers forcibly accessed a UNSC drydock, and, whilst much of the details are redacted, it can be inferred that the UNSC's subsequent deceleration of CODE: BANDERSNATCH, and razing of the colony, can have only been in response to attempts by these forces to break out of the planet's blockade and deliver warships to the greater insurrection.

Regardless, desperate to reshape the political narrative following the admittedly despotic destruction of an almost entirely defenceless colony, the UNSC deployed its medical corps to tend to the wounded, and used public funds to provide suitable upbringings to those orphaned in the blast. Of course, ONI recognises the need for model, inner-cultured outer-colonists to fill the ranks of the fight against the Insurrection, and therefore, a portion of the allotted humanitarian funds were plied into the military upbringing of some of the rescued children - Ruben amongst these.

In this line, Ruben was installed on Earth, in a series of military schools and academies in the old United Kingdom, borded during the school-year and fostered with retired ONI agents in the summer months. By design, these agents generally possessed apathetic personality tenancies, or were themselves raised in strict and particularly unfeeling homes, in the hopes that this would illicit within Ruben a set of insecurities and dependencies that the military could subsequently fill.

Being an outer colonist, and of mixed race, it was deemed useful that Ruben be instructed in the usage of multiple languages. Whilst the core systems are dominated by the use of English, Spanish, Chinese, and French, the outer colonies have extensive eastern-European and Eurasian influence, with Hungarian, Slavic languages, and Armenian being common. Indeed, many of the UNSC's own battalions in these regions are far more familiar with these tongues than with any commonly used by the EDF or EEF. In this vogue, his military education, in addition to extensive seminars on command and battle-tactics, particularly with focus on Ruben's personal fascination, the illustrious Admiral Preston Cole, was tailored towards a degree-patch which might ingratiate him to the outer-colonists just enough that he may be a persuasive ambassador. Upon the completion of his studies, Ruben was not only a well-prepared ONI-enlistee, he was also a Master-degree Holder of Biological Engineering with Language Studies, a godsend for liasons with the primarily agrarian outer worlds.

Following his graduation at the age of 25 as an ONI Sergeant, Ruben was then installed as a NCO at the barracks on Eridanus II, tasked with overseeing the mining colonies upon the moon Ehilend, which, at the time were considered particularly prone to sublimation by the Insurrectionist threat, commanding a group of locally sourced recruits. During the 2513 rebellion, Ruben distinguished himself when, as the barracks were assailed by requisitioned scorpion-class tanks, he was able to emphatically persuade his charges to not only refuse to turn over their arms and join their fellow colonists and families in rebellion, but to make a daring nightime assault to sabotage their artillery line, saving the ensuing UNSC reinforcements countless lives and expenses on the loss of military hardware.

Whilst Ruben, in this endevour, showed little athletic or combat excellence, it was this the ingenuity for this covert-op that tapped Ruben for the ODST corps, and as such was subsequently reassigned to the Epsilon Eridani Defence Fleet over Reach to undergo his training. It was here, in 2524, nearing the completion of his training, that a perhaps fortuitous event occurred that may secure the loyalty of Ruben against the insurrectionist threat - the destruction of the "National Holiday" cruise liner over Reach, in full view of Ruben's practice-drop-pod.

Following graduation roughly 18-months ago, Ruben was reassigned to ONI's Red Glare Prowler and its ODST squad, bound for a frontier role in OPERATION: TREBUCHET.

Loadout:

• BR-55 Battle Rifle
• M6C Magnum with HUD-linked Holographic Sights
• Combat Knife
• 4x Smoke Grenades
• Holo-Pad with multiple dictionaries and extensive translation software
• HUD with Closed Caption generating software to aid with translation

Appearance:

Standing at five feet eleven inches in height with a lithe frame and well toned musculature, Private Maddox is slightly more well built than other females in areas of physical strength. She keeps her auburn hair shoulder length, tucked into her helmet when in her gear. A small bust size lends itself to her tomboyish appearance. Most notable are her two prosthetic arms, which no attempts are made to cover, though finished in matte black.

Name:
Maddox, Luciel S.

Gender:
Female

Age:
21

Rank:
Private

Height:
5' 11"

Weight:
146 (W/O Prosthetics)
176 (W/ Prosthetics)

Specialization:
CQC/Hand to Hand

Callsign:
Hanzer

Psychological Analysis:
Luciel had always been an upbeat and enthusiastic girl, able to find an aspect of fun in almost anything. This has allowed her to push through multiple hardships where she would have otherwise quit from physical or mental exhaustion. Along with this she enjoys being friendly with others, often forming strong bonds with those she spends extended amounts of time with. Her usually foul mouth may disguise the fact, however Luciel is generally a kind and pleasant person. The loss of her arms has not changed any of this, if anything it has strengthened her resolve. Luciel is proud of the lives her sacrifice helped to save, and she would gladly give another limbs to save a comrade.

Note: Luciel suffers from the syndrome known as "Phantom Pain". Her brain occasionally perceives her limbs as still being attached, and as a result Luciel is prone to experiencing varying degrees of pain in her arms, despite them being prosthetic.

Military Background:
Born on Reach to a family of predominantly Ukrainian though heavily mixed European origin, with extensive military history, Luciel had wanted to join the UNSC Marine Corps for as long as she could remember. Starting at a young age she began training her mind and body, paying close attention to her academics while strengthening her muscles through gymnastics. Despite enjoying this normal life, Luciel's resolve to join the UNSC was unwavering.

At the age of eighteen she enlisted as a recruit in the Marines, passing the physical and mental examinations without any difficulty. It wasn't long before she was being sent on missions, proving her worth to her squad quickly against insurrectionists, despite her lack of combat experience. Two years passed and Luciel had been promoted to Private, and was sent to an outer rim colony to quell the uprising militia forces. During the evacuation of an occupied building, a violent explosion occurred which collapsed the ceiling, blocking the exit for civilians as well as her squad. Luciel managed to lift enough debris for an escape, though a second explosion dropped further rubble before Luciel managed to get out from underneath.

When she awoke, Luciel was being transported on a stretcher. She looked down at her body, but upon noticing her mangled arms immediately lost consciousness. The next time her eyes opened she laid in a military hospital, x-rays of various body sections hanging on the wall. Numerous broken bones could be seen, though most appeared to have been treated. Another look at her arms revealed that not everything had been able to be saved. The limbs had been amputated, leaving only bandaged shoulders. Her father, a Major Grade 2 at the time, managed to call in a few favors, resulting in Luciel being offered a pair of UNSC prosthetic arms.

She accepted the arms without hesitation, diving headlong into rehabilitation after recovering enough from the surgery. Approximately six months later Luciel was ready to be of service once more. Despite the damage to her body previously, Luciel was enthusiastic to finally be deployed again. She had made it through a hardship her family had never had to endure before, which sparked an idea in her mind. In what other ways would she be able to put herself to the test, in what ways could she surpass her ancestors? Luciel believed the ODST branch of the Marines was just the thing, and volunteered herself to be recruited in. The time came when she was called upon to take the grueling tests of entry into the ODST, and Luciel made it through by the skin of her teeth. Rejoicing at the news, Luciel was sent off for training, eager the whole time to see what her new squad would be like.

Loadout:
2x UNSC Prosthetic Arm
M392 Designated Marksman Rifle
M7s Submachine Gun; Reflex Holo-Sight, Suppressor, IR Laser
M6C/SOCOM Magnum; VnSLS/V 6E Smart-Link Scope, Suppressor, Under-Barrel Flashlight
Combat Knife
2x Frag Grenade
2x Smoke Grenade
First Aid Kit

Appearance:



Standing at six feet and four inches in height, and built with a surprising amount of muscle for his otherwise narrow frame, Jason looks like a kid that outgrew his face, in most opinions. However young he might look, though, it isn't hard to see he's had some combat experience- The odd, commonplace scar on his chest, arms, and face are easy to spot, of course. But far more striking is his left leg. From the middle of his thigh on, there -is- no leg, replaced with a military prosthetic. Extensive burn and laceration scars run up along what's left of the leg and over his left hip and side- More mild ones along the inner thigh on both legs, and his groin.

Name:

Belman, Jason

Gender:

Male

Age:

Twenty-one

Rank:

PFC

Specialization:

Close-quarters combat and reconnaissance

Callsign:

"Stick"

Psychological Analysis:

Psychological Report: PFC Belman, Jason; Post-Injury

Post-Injury evaluations have found PFC Belman to be surprisingly resilient to the expected long-term psychological damage of combat and injury. In fact, during the first weeks of recovery, Belman appeared entirely unbothered by his loss of limb, or the fact that he was to be redeployed after recovery- Which is, in itself, concerning. At first, it was expected that he subconsciously blocked out the memories of the events to minimalize trauma. But, when questioned about his injury, he was able to describe in detail the events leading up to and following his injury, without visible signs of emotional or physical discomfort.

When this was brought into question directly to Belman, he replied only "If I let this stop me from being me, than how can I keep it from happening to other people?". While an understandable sentiment, I fear that Belman is repressing necessary coping mechanisms and merely putting up a face in order to avoid medical discharge. However, as he currently displays no hard evidence of PTSD or other dangerous markers, he is cleared for active service, until otherwise proven unfit for duty.

Matters of injury aside, Belman displays little change in personality or temperment from his initial psych-evals upon enlistment. He still displays a high degree of optimism in situations of generally grim nature, and maintains his 'hero complex', determined to put the safety of others before himself. His distrust of authority, however, directly related to the previous issue, has been dampened by time spent under his previous C.O. He is more willing to -trust- the orders and word of superiors, rather than attempt to find his own workaround.

Military Background:

Jason's history before the military is mainly an unknown- An Earthborn kid of average qualities, there was nothing remarkable to his past.... Outside of a long line of suspensions and expulsions from schools. He arrived in military school at sixteen, and the record of expulsions for fighting led to the initial belief that he was a problem child- One that needed the discipline military school could provide to whip him into shape.

However, the reality proved different. Jason was a fantastic student and all around good kid- He cared about his work, did his best, and did as he was told- Despite a blatant distrust, if not total resentment of, authority figures. The truth became clear half-way into his first semester, however: When he was caught beating another student in the yard, standing between them and another student that suffered from a black eye and split lip. When the three were later questioned, it became apparent that Jason had jumped in to stop his victim from beating up the smaller boy, intent on making sure the bully 'learned some fucking manners', as he put it.

Jason's distrust of authority also became far easier to understand after this event, as he fully expected to be punished or expelled for 'playing the hero' and defending the other boy. He showed surprise when that proved to not be the case- In this event, or several others that followed. Instead, he was scolded for going too far, and sent to the psychiatrist to learn to control himself and put that 'hero complex' to much better use. Over the two years he spent in the school, the urge to jump between bully and victim proved impossible to quash down- But, Jason did show massive improvement in controlling himself, and his excellent classwork and behavior otherwise earned him a recommendation from the school when he registered for basic at the end of his schooling.

From there, his military career went forward with few hitches. His distrust of authority figures proved troublesome at first- For while he followed orders, he rarely did so without question. But, after basic and combat training, he was assigned to one Sergeant Rapsin's squad as a close quarters combat-and-reconnaissance specialist. He and Rapsin got along spectacularly, and their logic lined up exceedingly well- Leading to a gradual lessening in his distrust, as experience under a good commanding officer taught Jason the patience he couldn't learn in training.

It was a year into his service under Rapsin that Jason and his squadmates had the misfortune of coming under a rebel ambush on one of the colony worlds. Jason had been through firefights before- but this was different. It was terrifying. In less than a few seconds, three of his friends and comrades fell under the surprise fire. Those that made it to cover were pinned down- There was nowhere to go, and popping out to return fire cost another two injuries... And another one his life. Jason was crouched behind their overturned truck, caught by himself, when he heard a shout: "Sticky out!" He barely had time to register it before he saw something black and dripping fly out from the trees. They had been aiming for the truck, to make a bigger blast... But he got in the way. He felt it hit him- A grenade covered in sticky black goop, sticking fast to the armored plate on his thigh. The grenade blew a second after that, costing him his left leg, and six months in the hospital recovering. He managed, just in time, to jump away from the truck, keep the blast angled away to prevent the larger explosion from triggering- An act of heroism, he was told.

He still isn't so sure.

Due to that act, however, and his strong record beforehand, Jason was offered a promotion while in the hospital- To enter ODST training upon his recovery. Despite urging from family and friends otherwise, he accepted eagerly- And as soon as he healed and adjusted to the prosthetic attached to him, he dove into training. Months later, after excelling during training and earning the rank of PFC, he was assigned to the 42nd Tactical, and has served there since as "Stick"- So named due to the circumstances of his 'amputation'. It's been almost a year and a half now, for Jason- And he's still convinced that becoming an ODST was the best choice of his life.

Loadout:

M7 SMG- Suppressed, ironsights

M6C Magnum (x2)- Suppressed, ironsights

Combat Knife (x2)

Smoke Grenade (x4)

Medical kit

Name: Niella, Mira
Gender: Female
Age: 33
Rank: Lance Corporal
Specialization: Veteran/Sniper
Callsign: Iron

Psychological Analysis:

Mira remains still calm and collected, whenever its mission time. However off-times she is closed-off, and spends what free time she has preparing for the next mission. This behaviour is rather the product of having killed more civilians, or as the UNSC has designated rebels or terrorists. One part is the guilt of not being able, to mingle amongst people she had likely shot in outer colonies. The other part is more personal and namely because she is a rather meek and not comfortable amongst large social gatherings. The few times she has spend with her squad off-time - she is a rather sociable gal, with years of experience and crazy stories.

Military Background: Mira Niella was an Earth-born, namely in the United Republic of North America around the countryside of Ottawa. Her family had been an average military family with her father being an ex-soldier - the only noteworthy thing being that her father had been a Designated Marksman during his tour of duty, but not as high as being an ODST.

Her record remained for the time unimpressive - basic training showed she had a skill with a rifle, being given a few more years worth of training. Eventually graduating as a sniper around the age of twenty, after which she was slotted into the 3rd Rapid Response Unit around the Outer Colonies. Officially it was to protect against piracy, unofficially it was to prevent the early rebellions from flaring too high.

She gained infamy during one colony uprising, from where her entire squad got jumped and mauled by the civilian unrest. Leaving only her and her commanding officer alive - High Command had given the order to eliminate the rebel leaders and restore order. That namely meant a cat-mouse game of having her pick of civilians one by one all by herself, because she was the only one whom could kill without being spotted.

After that Incident, Mira was awarded for her coolness in battle and promoted upto ODST training. Behind closed doors, she wished to simply shoot herself at the large loss of life. ODST-training allowed her to but some of that mission behind her - by choice or by having the Instructors beat the memory out of her. After she was deployed back to the Outer Colonies again, while a similar incident didn't happen to her again - the purpose behind her missions remained the same. Kill any unruly civilian or rebel leader, without anybody being the wiser.

Loadout:

-SRS99 AM
-M6C Mangum /w Silencer
-M392 DMR
-Combat Knife
-3x Smoke Grenade
-1x Claymore Pack
-2 Flashbang