[hider=Barnes][h3][sub]NAME:[/sub][/h3]
	Serge Jr., Barnes M. 
[h3][sub]AGE:[/sub][/h3]
	32
[h3][sub]GENDER:[/sub][/h3]
	Male
[h3][sub]NATIONALITY:[/sub][/h3]
	French American
[h3][sub]FORMER UNIT:[/sub][/h3]
	[color=slategray]Marine Corps Force Recon[/color]
[h3][sub]ROLE:[/sub][/h3]
	Automatic Rifleman
[h3][sub]PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:[/sub][/h3]
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	Barnes stands at an impressive 6'5", with a build to match -a hulking mass of muscle that might make one wonder what the hell he was fed as a child. His posture does nothing to help this, as he has a habit of stretching out as tall as he can and puffing his chest out, like he's constantly doing his best Superman impression. This follows through in his walk, as he tends to take long, straight legged strides, with his arms hanging loose at his sides. He accents this with tight-fitting shirts and jackets.
[h3][sub]SKILLSET:[/sub][/h3]
◦ Highly capable mechanical skill and knowledge.
◦ Trained in the maintenance of both small and large scale munitions.
◦ Extremely knowledgeable in the world of agriculture.
◦ Accustomed to the logistics of small-scale ground operations.
◦ Some hand-to-hand training.
◦ Extensive tactical prowess
◦ Impressive marksmanship with many firearms -in some solo operations, he has been mistaken for a squad of armed men.
[h3][sub]HISTORY:[/sub][/h3]
	Barnes' father was a French immigrant, who found his way into owning a small ranch in Broadus, Montana. Just like his father worked tooth and nail to build his ranch into a living, Barnes knew only work for the front half of his life -he dedicated more to the ranch than many dedicate to their life's work. The only son, much of the heavy lifting fell onto Barnes as he came of age. 
	After a dispute between his mother and father, a divorce came, splitting the family. Though Serge wanted very much to stay with his father, the law favored his mother when it came to custody. So, he and his sibling spent the majority of their time under the care of their mother, who pushed them to get a good education, rather than follow any passions. Upset as he was, Barnes said nothing, instead pursuing the wonderful world of engineering. 
	After finishing high school with a 3.5, Barnes made his way directly back to his father's ranch to work again, and carry on his fathers legacy, once his time came. This satisfied both Barnes Jr. and Sr., and they worked happily for a good year, making memories and profit. 
	The end of the year brought tragedy to Barnes' life -the odds stacked up against him, and came crashing down. After weeks of 'military test flights' over the farmland area, an unfortunate accident had a jet come crashing down directly on the farmhouse while Barnes watched helplessly from the field. By the time he got there, most of the house was ash, and his father's blood had dried along the walls, leaving only a reddish-brown ghost.
	Barnes strode off on his own after that -his mother lived halfway across the US, and likely didn't care about the news. Taking a recommendation from an old high school friend, Barnes joined him [color=slategray]in enlisting in the U.S. Marine Corps, where he soon honed his natural talent for the use of firearms. His skill and brutal efficiency lead to him being inducted into the ranks of the Marine Corps Force Recon.[/color]
	After suffering a debilitating head wound during an operation, Barnes was retired early. After a more or less painless recovery of a few months, Barnes took to the role of a for-hire mercenary: doing less-than-legal things for less-than-legal payments. After a while of playing cat and mouse with authorities, he heard news of Centurion, and offered up his services.
[h3][sub]PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE:[/sub][/h3]
	Rather desensitized, Barnes has given up on the issue of 'morality'. Having been tossed around by higher forces most of his life, Barnes has given up on any notion of a grey area in life -there is only right and wrong, and he has no qualms in correcting any wrongs he perceives. When he believes he is doing right, he becomes efficient and cold in behavior. He is friendly enough when not operating, but tends to be a bit quiet and distant -often forgetting entirely the topic at hand. Though he comes across as ruthless in his cold efficiency, he is a deeply compassionate figure. He takes the upmost care to not inflict collateral damage, and cares about those close to him -those he considers family more than anything else. That said, he does have a nasty streak of lashing out passive-aggressively (or sometimes just aggressively) when he is irritated.
[h3][sub]EQUIPMENT:[/sub][/h3]
◦ Combat shirt, finger-less leather gloves, cargo pants, combat boots. 
◦ Kevlar body-armor.
◦ Tool kit, specs for firearm maintenance and reparations of heavy machinery. Some smaller odds and ends included as well.
◦ Standard communications equipment, etc.
◦ IMI Negev.
◦ Kel-Tec KSG.
◦ M1911A1.
◦ 11 3/8" Bowie Knife.
◦ Lighter, cigarettes.[/hider]