Name: Jacobs Huntington

Codename: Washington

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Armour Ability: Teleportation

Implanted A.I.: Epsilon - Increases awareness and heightened senses by increasing the amount of stimulus the brain can take. Epsilon yearns for knowledge and will cause his implanty to become more studious.

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Personality: Jacobs is an optimistic guy who always sees the funny side of a dangerous situation. He hates being wrong and doesn't appreciate being corrected (Even when he is wrong). Jacobs can be very cocky and overestimate an opponent, situation or even his own skills. Taking on tasks that are far too difficult for him alone, he can be very stubborn and will not admit when he needs help or even ask for it. Even with all this he keeps his head and always thinks about the objective and how to achieve it.

History: Jacobs had an ordinary childhood, nothing truly special. Brought up on military drills and weapon stripping he has known nothing but UNSC and the pride he would bring his family fighting for the UNSC. His family were quick to distrust the Elites joining humanities caused and this xenophobia rubbed off on Jacobs. Once he was of age he was shipped straight off to the nearest UNCS barracks to begin his training.

Fast forward several years and Jacobs found himself fighting an innumerable foe know as the flood and in charge of his own six man squad. Called the greatest threat to the galaxy Jacobs fully understood why. During one particular battle in which Jacobs and five other men had to protect and hold a comms array Jacobs finally saw the elite in a positive light. During the fighting Jacobs lost all of his men too the monstrous creatures with his back against the wall he saw his fellow soldiers rise up and turn on him. Seeing no way out he pulled the pin on a grenade and held it to what was left of his helmet.

Before he could finish himself the Elite reinforcements arrived in a rain of plasma fire. Throwing the grenade into the horde he watched as the Elite forces swept through the sea of flood systematically slaughtering this great threat. With the threat eliminated Jacobs thanked the Elites for their help. A few months later he was put forward for the Freelancer Project.

Weapon loadout:

• MA2B Assault Rifle with built in bayonet.
• M319 Individual Grenade Launcher.
• M6H Pistol.
• Combat Knife.
• x3 Fragmentation Grenade.
• x2 Flash Grenades Grenades.

Fighting Style: Jacobs fights up close and personal using his personalised Assault rifle mixed with his large variety of martial arts.

Full name: Zeke
Code name: Montana
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Implanted A.I.: Omega - Increases hand to hand and weapon handling skill. Increases aggression in the user.
Armour Ability: Super Strength
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Apperance (Out of Armor):
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Personality: Zeke is a hard-ass type of guy, it doesn't necessarily means he doesn't have a sense of humor but most of the time he is straight to the point and doesn't sugar coat things. If things look bad, he is going to be the guy to admit that shit is about to hit the fan and not everyone is going to make it rather then try and be optimistic. Yet despite his hard nature, he enjoys poking his comrade's buttons and has a sense of humor that lies under the hard exterior, though whether or not that sense of humor is safe for his comrades is harder to answer, he has been known to let a live flash grenade loose in their rooms to see how fast they can scramble away from it before it goes off. He doesn't understand why he is the only one who finds it funny. XD

History: Hard to imagine a dropout could find his way to the freelancer program. He dropout of college sick and tired of the grind and joined the UNSC despite his parents protests, figuring he would want more out of life then being a 'dumb grunt' described by his father. He gave them the bird and out the door he went to start a new life as a soldier. It was no cakewalk though and at first Zeke barely scraped by to make it even into the army but he wanted to prove to everyone that he was more then just some dumb grunt and kept pushing himself, trying to be the best of the best. He was eventually moved over to work in an ODST unit, though his hopes of serving on Reach when the covenant attacked never came true, he still saw his fare share of battles within his unit where he soon got know for being a hardcase with his superiors. He got the job done for the most part but there were complaints of disobeying directives and reckless endangerment though no one was ever killed. Perhaps this was what eventually got the attention of those who ran the freelancer program. His dedication to get the job done by any means necessary would be considered a valuable assist to the program for those missions that were balls to the walls so to speak.

So now there he was a Freelancer, after ten years of working to show the people at home he was more then a grunt, he stood at the top with some of the best of the best, now he just tries to show he can be even better then them while playing the practical joke here and there that may or may not threaten the safety of those around him.

Weapon Loadout:
-M45D Tactical Shotgun aka "Scorn" as Zeke likes to call it, it's his pride and joy so to speak, been with him since day one and if anyone else besides him touches it, well they are going to see how hard he can hit before they can say 'sorry'.
-MA5D Individual Combat Weapon System
-M6H Personal Defense Weapon System
-x2 Frag
Fighting Style: Up close and personal. He's built like a tank, takes a licking but keeps on ticking so to speak. (He's like the Kool-Aid man but on steroids. XD) He doesn't use a knife though when he gets up close, instead he likes to duke it out with his fists when bullets just don't cut it.
Theme Song (because why the heck not):
Other: N/A

Full name: Arthur Jones

Code name: California

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Implanted A.I.: Chi- Excitement= Increases adrenaline, reflexes and speed during combat situations. Causes the user to become more aggressive and charge head first into combat.

Armour Ability: Disruption

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Personality: California has two sides. Out of combat, Arthur is a friendly face around the quarters, who greatly enjoys conversation and very hospitable to the other team members. However, on the field, California becomes a force of destruction, always looking for the "Scorched Earth" option, much preferring blasting his way through the front door than stealth operations. He greatly enjoys training in all physical manners, and loves to practice hand to hand combat, wanting to prove that he is the strongest without any kind of boosters. He loves to ensue chaos amongst the enemy ranks, sending them into disarray as he rips and tears through them. However, his greatest passion is vehicles. He is a vehicle specialist and can pilot almost anything from warthogs, scorpions to hornets too. However, if he can dispose of it, it is most likely that you will find him soaring into the enemy base, surfing a mongoose as he fires blindly into the enemies, roaring triumphantly.

History: The Bear used to be a mercenary, shooting for the highest bidder and asking questions later. He was captured by UNSC forces at 17 after a mission gone wrong, and his contractor hired him to steal from a UNSC supply depot. He was caught carrying out ammo cache's with one of his cohorts. After being arrested, the Bear was kept for a year before a deal was struck. Volunteer for the Freelancer Programme or be sentenced to death for crimes against the UNSC and carrying out mercenary military contracts. The choice was obvious.

Arthur accelerated at all physical exercises, especially strength focused ones. As boots on the grounds go, Arthur was one of the best. However, his reckless behaviour from being a mercenary carried through, and in simulations, heading straight first into danger was his only plan of attack, much like an ODST drop pod. Sooner or later, the idea of stealth and tactics (as well as a respect for authority) was hammered into him somewhat, and through that, he got pretty handy with a combat knife. He also became extremely proficient in heavy weaponry, learning the ins and outs of weapons like Spartan Lasers, chainguns, Hydra Lauchers, Railguns and his favourite, the SAW. However, while also in the training simulations, Arthur found a knack for vehicles, and outside of simulations he was also seen in the vehicle bays, looking over every intricate part. Right now, his pride and joy is the "Chariot Of Fire". A custom Rocket Hog that he is working on, wanting to make it the fastest, most destructive warthog out there.

California is now a true Spartan, and his recklessness only ever comes to play when his teammates are in danger. He will follow orders with maximum efficiency and brutality. When you need siege, demolition and pure strength to punch through, the Bear is your call.

Weapon Loadout: Advanced SAW with lower fire rate but projectiles have a proximity-fused high explosive warhead. Commonly known as "The Answer". Custom Paintjob. Secondary weapon is a Sentinel class DMR with sentinel sight and silencer. Also carries a combat knife for CQB and stealth skills. He also has two M9 grenades and selects breaching explosives accordingly for missions.

Fighting Style: "CHAAAAAAAAAAAARGE!!!"- California's fighting style leaves a lot to be desired in terms of finesse. His love of heavy duty equipment such as heavy weapons and vehicles ensures brutal punishment to the enemy, either relentlessly sieging from afar or tearing through a corridor with a spray of rounds from "The Answer." One thing Arthur isn't is quiet. Well, he prefers not to be. He is capable of stealth but it is not his go to method. In close combat, Arthur deploys a boxing/wrestling approach, involving a lot of heavy strikes and grapples.

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Full name: James Lockhart "Iceman"

Code name: Maine

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Implanted A.I.: Delta - Logic - Green. Delta grants Iceman better reasoning skills, able to "slow down time" essentially in his head to make the most logical, optimal, and efficient choices. Side effects include lacking sympathy or empathy, logic taking over emotion.

Armour Ability: Tactical vision

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Personality: James suits his A.I. well, as he is more of a man of logic and reasoning than anything else. He makes friendships because they are beneficial, not because he particularly enjoys people. It's not like he's a complete asshole or anything, but if you need something from him and it's not in his best interest and won't benefit him, he won't do it. He won't save you in a fight unless you're worth saving, but on the flip side he won't kill you unless he feels it's necessary. Granted this may make his morale scale a little out of whack, he's not some axe murderer either. He's cold, cunning, calculating, out for himself and only himself. And in battle, he always is level headed and has been known to think and be one step ahead. This is why he is the Iceman.

History: James never knew his parents, or any parents for that matter. His biological ones put him up for adoption because they were too poor, casting him out to an orphanage. It was in a rough city, so as you could imagine, bullying and the more than occasional beatings were in order. Food was spread thin, you had a room like a jail sell, and it was a miracle if somebody smuggled a toy in. In a world like this you only looked after yourself, and it was survival of the fittest every day. Kids did die in that place, and only the lucky ever got adopted. James wasn't so lucky. Instead, he made his own luck.

Through his life and going into his teen years, James would sneak out of the orphanage and steal from people and stores outside the city, getting whatever he could. Cards, toys, food and water, money, cigarettes. Anything of value. It took a while, and some close calls, but James got handy at climbing rooftops, sneaking down alleys, stealing, pick pocketing, conning. Running away and hiding. And occasionally getting beat up too. Shot once or twice. When he did get the items however, he bartered inside the orphanage, traded, gambled. Sometimes he would make alliances with other kids that would mutually benefit them. After playing the game for a while, James lived more comfortably than most, and was well known in and out of the orphanage. Then he turned 18.

Knowing that he barely had schooling and no money, the best option for him was to join the military. After passing the physical exams with flying colors, he was enlisted in the UNSC as a sniper. He was the top marksman in his class, and with a rifle he could shoot a dime off a clothespin. After many successful missions, he was promoted to ODST, where he would drop either in small squads for tactical missions or solo for recon and assassination missions.

The mission before he was recruited to a freelancer project, he was set on a mission leading a squad of four to do reconnaissance on a small outpost. It was a normal mission, and usually one of the less eventful ones, but the ODST was sent because there were rumors of the flood overtaking the now abandoned outpost. Well, it wasn't abandoned. After a sweep of the place, the squad was suddenly ambushed. Not by the flood however... it was the covenant. Five ships had surrounded the outpost and elites swarmed into the place. It was a trap. The group fled to loading dock to try to get to the ship before they were gunned down, except James refused to go with them and climbed up to the top of the rafters. He knew that the covenant would have already destroyed and looted their ship, and it was fruitless to try and get to it before hand. The squad had managed two fight through two ships worth, but full frontal assault on them was suicide. Watching his team die in front of him, he tried to figure a way out. After waiting several hours, he waited until the covenant were about to leave before making his move. After dispatching a few elite on one of the smaller ships, he piloted it in an attempt to escape. However, the other ships closed onto him, and he crash landed on an nearby planet with only minor injuries and fled the wreckage. Covenant ships touched down as the remaining crew was out for revenge. Holed up atop a cliff face outlooking the area, and with his rifle along with the rest of his gear, he managed to not only hold off the covenant, but killed them all, before taking one of their ships and fleeing safely. It wasn't an army by any means, there only being the two small ships worth of elites. It took a lot of stealth work, timing, planning, and chance... but it worked. Luck might have played a deciding role in this, but Iceman never believed in luck. He made his own.

This is when he joined the Freelancer project, where he was assigned the name of a state that was just cold enough for the Iceman. Maine.

Weapon Loadout: Model 99 Special Application Scoped Rifle, modified with a silencer, enhanced variable zoom, extended magazine, and a tri-pod.

DMR with a grip, stock, silencer, and selective fire for fully automatic, three round burst, or single shot. Modified to reduce recoil.

Black painted Bowie knife

2x frag grenades

2x smoke grenades

Fighting Style:
If you haven't already noticed from the bio, if you have read it or not, or simply looked at the weapons, you can tell Maine is particularly into long range engagements. He is quite confident in his sniping ability and he can handle most targets in that range, and likes to stay at that range. His field optics allow him to see mostly anything on the battlefield, even through walls (which his handy sniper can shoot through) as well as predict movements to more precisely hit his shots. A marksman through and through, he likes keeping his enemy at a distance. Bullets are very deadly and are good at killing people, hulk smashing somebody or going Bruce Lee on them is just stupid. He wants to be as far away as possible and shoot you before you even know he existed within a 5 km radius. However, this obviously isn't the case always. Overall he invests in a stealth first approach almost always, going into a situation with a plan and trying to outsmart and out strategize the opponent. If the engagement happens to get close, he resorts to the fully automatic DMR, and if too close and a built stealthier, the knife. In hand to hand combat he is average at best, as he doesn't do it a whole lot. However in this situation he would usually rely on cunning, such as getting the first blow in a sneak attack, somehow gaining an advantage, calculating the opponent's moves and looking for a clear cut opportunity. But through and through, in a fisticuffs match versus someone trained in hand to hand more than him or physically stronger than he, he is not going to be winning very easily. In fact, the best course of action against big scary people trying to, I don't know, stab him or beat him up might be running occasionally. Pick your battles, you know?

Full name: Elizabeth Fenster

Code name: Ohio

Gender: Female

Age: 28

Implanted A.I.: Gamma

Armour Ability: Chameleon Armour

Appearance:

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Without Armor:

Elizabeth stands at just over 5 feet 6 inches and for her size has considerable strength, her build reflects this. Her hair is tied up in a tight bun when training or in the field.

Personality: Like Elizabeth's armor, she is a social chameleon, changing to create her desired social dynamic. Despite her tendency to alter her behavior she is generally very confident and opinionated, she loves a good argument but tends to distort facts or change them completely. How far her lies go depends on how much she thinks she can get away with in a given situation. She indiscriminately uses people as tools, with no distinction or protection from this for familial or romantic relationships. However she is by no means ruthless about any of her maneuvers, she will use anyone but she also can enjoy their company for reasons other than their usefulness. In fact, Elizabeth is critical of that aspect of people like her, they tend to throw away or abuse anyone who isn't contributing to their ulterior motive. She sees this as narrow minded and needless limiting of her tool set, her preference to maintain a status of being well liked also turns her away from acting like others of a more manipulative personality. Like her IA Elizabeth is quite the liar and only tells the truth when it suits her, she's never failed a polygraph test (even though those are bogus) and its truly impossible to tell what she really believes and whether she is lying. She has this ability to sound completely convinced in what she is saying and is quite persuasive on top of that. Ironically, she likes to build a reputation of being honest, calling a bad situation like it is, not being afraid to stand up for whatever her current values are, giving her 'honest' opinion, this generally establishes her as a resource of honesty which she pairs with painting everyone and everything else as untrustworthy. In tandem these techniques usually give her a reasonable amount of manipulative control on others.

History: Elizabeth was actually born in an affluent family, the kind that sends their kids to college to be doctors or lawyers and live long, safe, boringly wealthy lives. War be damned, this family was going to look out for itself. Elizabeth was to be no exception, attending a prestigious school with plans to enter politics. She even had internships lined up where she would be working rather high up in the Unified Earth Government, the people there saw a bright future for her. A vision she once shared but in her junior year of college, this changed. Suddenly, and to many she knew, without reason she needed to leave it all behind. Only an idiot would assume there was really no reason but whatever happened or whatever she had seen wasn't leaving her lips without a fight. Her parents were rather distraught but she did not notice this as she did not ever ask or listen to their opinion, this was the theme with most people who approached her about her choice. Something had changed and those people could feel it but they couldn't place it, she acted the same, she wasn't angry or upset but she was still different.

These connections she had made though did not go completely to waste, she managed to get herself into special ops training right off the bat. As a young girl with no formal military training, those she had persuaded to get her placed did not expect things to go well, they expected her to either give up and come back or settle for something easier. Elizabeth did neither, and though the combat did come slower to her, she was much better than many had even thought she would be at theory and stealth. Over time it became clear her combat skills were decent but her prowess was in her espionage skills. Many of her special ops deployments were to investigate corruption or other allegations in a clandestine manner. A job many would abhor, the idea of ratting out fellow service members, did not bother Elizabeth at all. Her role expanded to be that of an assassin, specifically one who could infiltrate a following, eliminate the target, and supplant leadership, in order to hand over control of the situation to the UNSC. Elizabeth has seen little conflict in the actual war and her battles have been waged against other humans, a fact she is aware of and as such keeps her past role under wraps. She also keeps these secrets because many of these operations never existed and if they were to exist it would be due to her acting as free agent and not in any relation to or under orders by the UNSC. It was recently suggested to her that her talents would be useful in the Freelancer Project, she agreed and was swiftly placed into the program. To her colleges she's created the image of a gifted recon agent and guerilla fighter but there are cracks and she figures its only a matter of time that someone figures out what she really does, if they haven't already. After all she's not the smartest person there but she's the best liar.

Weapon Loadout:
- (x2) M6C Handgun with 2 extra clips
- (x2) Standard Combat Knife
- 2 smoke grenades
- Hard Sound Rifle (because she loves bees)

Fighting Style: Elizabeth openly lets others fight her battles, she not the strongest and she's not the biggest but she does what she can. She tends to go for guerilla tactics. Her marksmanship is good but shes no prodigy, and she often has to make her hand to hand opponents tire themselves out because she can not physically overpower them. She is extremely patient and will wait as long as she has to for her perfect shot, even if that shot is actually a stab.

Full Name: Jay Farraday

Gender: Female

Codename: Utah

Age: 23

Armor Ability: Super Agility

Implanted AI: Zeta, Known for causing nightmares, has a sadistic personality for instilling fear in others, incredibly easy to work with if you like causing psychological damage and can overcome personal fears and nightmares.



Personality:

Jay is mostly uptight. Time is of the essence and should not be wasted to her as she is extremely efficient. She is stoic, composed and mostly keeps to herself. She avoids being competitive; rather, she gets sick thrills out of watching her enemies suffer in whatever way she sees fit. The objective of her mission always comes first to her, however, and will forgo her “Fun”. Her mentality is highly cynical as she shares a very sarcastic view of the world, along with a twisted sense of humor that is rarely displayed towards others (It usually comes out in terms of bad puns).



Weapon loadouts

M392 DMR (I’ll just call it DMR in short)

M45 Tactical Shotgun

M6C/SOCOM (Also known as the M6 Silenced in ODST)

The Good ol’ Combat Knife

Grenades:
2x Frag
2x Flash

Fighting Style: Jay Farraday likes taking her time with killing from range but she isn’t scared to take the fight up close and personal with her previous ODST hand to hand training and weapon set. She also likes toying with her targets when she isn’t pressed for time.