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Name: Matthew Reed

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Role: Anselmo Armored Division, pilot.

Skills: 
[u]Extreme Althete[/u] - Reed is an extreme athlete, which helps him certify himself as a pilot who does direct mission drops. He has the ability to perform almost perfect E&E actions.
[u]Helicopter Pilot[/u] - Reed has a special knack for piloting a helicopter, whether it be a transport or gunship variant.
[u]Multitasking[/u] - He has the ability to fly a gunship and unleash its payload with precision, along with other things.

Equipment: 
[color=f7941d][u]SM8[/u][/color] - the futuristic version of the P-90. It is lighter and, with better weapon design and better bullets, it shoots harder with better accuracy and less recoil than the old p-90. It is a good weapon for a pilot because it is compact, packs a punch, and has the ability to hold a lot of bullets, armor piercing bullets.
[color=f7941d][u]H-8[/u][/color] - a high capacity, hard hitting sidearm.
[color=f7941d][u]Full Visor Flight Helmet[/u][/color] - A helmet with the entire face plate being a type of honeycombed, gold glass like material. It has night vision, thermal, and a HUD.


Appearance: Reed is a 6'0" man with a lean, dense muscular build which brings him to 185 lbs. He's a balance between strength and dexterity and he has a mostly scar-free body when compared to legends such as Jake Cross. Only being a pilot, he's remained "out of harm."

Reed has crew cut dark brown hair and a clean-shaven face along with hazel eyes. His preferred clothing for the field is a special weave Multicam BDU which is good protection against claws and teeth, but not against bullets.

Background: Reed initially spent his first few years in a small outpost called Blackwood, where his parents were stationed so that they could study the biology of the monsters and cataloged their DNA. For safety reasons, they had Reed brought to the military district of Anselmo, where he spent his life until he was 18. His parents visited a few times a year, but he grew up without them. Instead, he spent most of his life under the wing of his Uncle, Glenn Reed, who worked as a pilot for Anselmo. 

In this case, instead of following in his parent's footsteps as may be expected, he decided to follow in the footsteps of his Uncle as a supply aircraft pilot, where he would drop crates into outposts to keep them sustained. Once he reached twelve, his Uncle started to bring Matt with him on flights, where he began to see many of the monsters which had wrecked their world. He even witnessed a group of rangers storm a bunker and come out unscathed, only to lose men and women when a pilot hit a tree and crash landed right into them. 

When he was seventeen and on the verge of choosing his supply career, he got word that his parents and 45 others perished when their overloaded evac helicopter crashed.

So, at 18 years old, and seeing so many pilot failures, he went to the academy to become a direct action helicopter pilot, where he'd be in the heat of combat. Only, he'd do it better. Killing and dropping off Rangers with his machine. That's where he decided he needed to be. 

There's one mission that he will always remember, one that scarred him for life. A group of four year Rangers had been sent to investigate a bunker where high tech weapons were thought to have once been held. Intelligence had cleared the place, meaning an easy mission. Matt flew the Rangers, using a quiet helicopter, into the area over the cover of darkness. Matt had swept the area to make sure it was clear, before setting down. The Rangers jogged out and Matt flew off, waiting for the mission end and his cue to retrieve.

After an hour, a slight rumbling started, shaking the valley. A few minutes later and the Rangers, after a brief amount of shooting, stopped transmitting. Matt got the go to investigate the scene. When he arrived he figured out why they had stopped transmitting. They were too busy fighting. Tracer rounds flew into a large shadow, a behemoth. The monster swung an arm into what must have been a SAW operator, causing the majority of the tracer rounds to stop. Then, a moment of hope, as tracers from all over the beast started, hitting one of its feet in an attempt to make it fall. Matt aimed his chaingun at the beast's foot as well, but he was out of rockets. He was only allowed so much. Then, in a heartwrenching moment, the behemoth, the Leviathan, raised its head and let out a roar that would have popped Matt's eardrums had he not had his helmet on. The gunfire had stopped, and Matt knew the team was dead. A monster Leviathan had been awoken, most likely mistaken for a large rock during scouting, and it had wiped out an Expedition Team like it was nothing. 

Other: Gotta get him a pilot name if you know what I mean. 

Wish: His wish is quite simple, and part of the reason he has decided to be a direct action pilot: he wants to bring everyone home safe from every mission.

Trauma: The incident with the Leviathan.
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