[hider=Enoch][center][h1]Enoch[/h1][hr] [img]http://assets2.ignimgs.com/2014/12/09/terminator-kyle-reese-1280jpg-87751d_1280w.jpg[/img] [hr] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x0FAosDi4XA[/youtube] [h3][b]⫸ B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷[/b][/h3] [i]"You know, they said Enoch never saw death, in the Bible n' all. Well that was a crock of horse shit."[/i][/center] [indent] ▼ [b]| BIRTH NAME : | [/b] [indent]James Riley Brooks[/indent] ▼ [b]| ALSO KNOWN AS: |[/b] [indent]Jacob Riley - Alias Enoch - Former callsign[/indent] ▼ [b]| GENDER : | [/b] [indent]Male[/indent] ▼ [b]| AGE : |[/b] [indent]29[/indent] [/indent] [center][h3][b]⫸ A P P E A R A N C E ⫷[/b][/h3] [i]"Afghanistan was a simple place once I realized ‘hearts and minds’ was bullshit."[/i][/center] [indent] ▼ [b]| P H Y S I C AL S T A T S : |[/b] [indent][indent] [b]▸ HEIGHT : |[/b] 5’10” [b]▸ WEIGHT : |[/b] 166 lbs [b]▸ ETHNICITY : |[/b] Caucasian (Germanic) [b]▸ HAIR COLOR : |[/b] Brown [b]▸ EYE COLOR : |[/b] Green [/indent][/indent] ▼ [b]| PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION : |[/b] [indent]Brooks is a somewhat average, if a slight bit athletic Caucasian male. He’s about 5’10” and of a decent weight, bearing some somewhat broad shoulders. His build is fairly muscular, but not so much that it would be considered abnormal or otherwise raise attention, simply a decent enough build maintained by a regimen made to maintain the muscle he has. His hair is a chocolate brown, swept to the sides messily and slightly parted in the middle. He recently has been keeping a decent patch of stubble on his face, seeming intent on growing some sort of beard. His two eyes are a very vibrant olive green, seemingly having the texture of glass and often not focusing directly on the object they’re looking at, simply looking through said object most of the time. He bears a few scars. Namely, the most obvious is a shrapnel scar below his lip. Elsewhere, laceration and burn scars on his forearms denote powder burns and cuts from brush and foliage. Lastly, a decently sized set of scars on his abdomen and thighs denote gunshot wounds, although he tries his best to keep these hidden.[/indent] ▼ [b]| ATTIRE : |[/b] [indent]Brooks prefers to dress inconspicuously without attention to trends or fashion. His favorite items are a pair of worn out Wrangler jeans and a comfortable button-up shirt. Often he’ll pair it with old, stained sneakers or faded leather boots. He enjoys wearing baseball caps as well, often unmarked and of neutral colors such as black or olive.[/indent] [/indent] [center][h3][b]⫸ P S Y C H O L O G Y ⫷[/b][/h3] [i]"Ain’t a trap if you see it coming, y’know."[/i][/center] [indent] [b]▼ | PERSONALITY TRAITS : | [/b] [indent]Distant | Aggressive | Crude | Methodical | Courageous | Stubborn | Cynical | Paranoid[/indent] [b]▼ | SKILLS : | [/b] [indent][b]Firearms Expert[/b] - Extensive qualifications and use of firearms has given Brooks an extremely broad understanding of how to utilize firearms in most environments and conditions. His specific qualifications was an Expert badge in the Marine Corps Weapons Qualification Course. [b]MCMAP Certified[/b] - Whilst in the Corps, Brooks, like all other Marines, underwent the Marine Corps Martial Arts Program, a homegrown program which teaches Marines a plethora of hand-to-hand, knife, and rifle fighting techniques to instill discipline and ready them for service. While all frontline combatant Marines were only required to obtain an intermediate certification marked by a green belt, Brooks pursued the program’s curriculum and obtained an expert certification in the form of a black belt first degree. [b]MOUT Trained[/b] - Another product of his service, Brooks underwent the Military Operations in Urban Terrain (MOUT) course, which teaches its students effective techniques when fighting in urban or other condensed environments against unseen enemies, including how to identify traps and likely ambush points. Brooks took well to the training and continues to employ what he learned. [b]Combat Lifesaver[/b] - Brooks underwent Combat Lifesaver (CLS) training during his service with the Marine Corps. This course is on-par with a Red Cross Advanced Life Support program, and teaches the student how to render field aid to a patient with more skill than someone trained in simple first aid but not with the extensive training required of a dedicated medic or EMT. This meaning that critical patients in the care of a CLS-trained individual will still need professional medical attention, or they will likely die, albeit their chances of survival are heightened.[/indent] [b]▼ | BACK STORY : | [/b] [indent]James Brooks was born on November 16, 1989 in Nashville, Tennessee. His father was a member of the United States Army stationed at nearby Fort Campbell, and his mother worked as a nurse in the city. His first few years of life were spent in Nashville itself, and he enjoyed a somewhat normal infancy living in an apartment with his mother and a father who came home twice a week. However, soon after Brooks’s birth, the conflict in the Persian Gulf region ramped up, and his father, a member of the 101st Airborne Division, was deployed with his unit as part of Operation Desert Shield, and soon after Desert Storm itself. His father was overseas for the better part of a year, and while Brooks does not remember anything about this time, he remembers that his father came back changed. His father sought retirement soon after with full military benefits, and the family relocated to Knoxville in East Tennessee when Brooks was five years old. From there Brooks was raised by both of his parents, who were aging, having had their son later in their lives. His relationship with his parents was strained as he grew up. His mother worked constantly and rarely had time to keep house, and his father was always distanced due to his experiences, and could barely hold a job most of the time. So Brooks was left to his own devices. While not necessarily a criminal, he was no model son nor an exemplary student. He got by with average grades, and his favorite pastimes included joyriding and chasing women, along with drinking any booze he could get his hands on. He would often get into disputes and brawls outside of a school setting, although he kept himself reserved within school due to threat of legal repercussions. Upon reaching 17, and with no apparent prospects other than working in a factory, he petitioned his parents to sign a waiver letting him enlist. His parents were apprehensive and combative to the idea at first, but agreed with hopes that it would instill discipline and refine Brooks into a better man. Attaining decent marks on the ASVAB and having any pick of branch, he chose the United States Marine Corps, and shipped for Parris Island in 2007. Completing his basic training later in the year, he opted as a rifleman and, after advanced training was placed in his active duty posting with the 1st Bn, 6th Marines at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. The battalion was rotated to Afghanistan soon after, Brooks included. The 1/6 took part in operations as part of the Helmand Province Campaign, with their involvement culminating in the Battle of Garmsir. The operation that was intended to last a few days to a week ended up lasting nearly five months. The 1/6 was rotated back stateside after the operation’s end and the personnel, including Brooks, placed on post-deployment leave. Brooks, initially visiting his family, chose to spend most of his thirty days leave with his friends, raising hell and chasing girls, having changed little from his boisterous and fun-loving self from before his enlistment. He rotated back in with plenty of empty beer cans and broken hearts at his back. In early 2009, when assigned his new duty station, he requested to be re-tested on his ASVAB and placed into the selection program for the Marine Corps Special Operations Command (MARSOC), known as ‘Marine Raiders’, the highest level special operations force in the Marine Corps. Achieving the necessary scoring on his ASVAB re-test, he was placed in the three-week selection program, which he passed, being invited to the second phase which makes candidates re-evaluate their desire to be Raiders. Passing yet another gauntlet, he was placed in the nine-month Individual Training Course. Extremely challenging, the course pushed Brooks to his absolute limit, but he remained as one of the few in his class to receive the Marine Raider insignia. Placed into the elite Marine Raider Regiment, he was soon after deployed to Iraq for an eight-month deployment, participating in operations caked heavily in black ink. He returned, engaging in his leave as a somewhat changed and less fun-oriented man. He was eager to return to the field, and petitioned to be placed on the deployment billet again, much to the dismay of his parents, who now were nearing the end of their lives. On his third deployment of his service in 2012, this time once more in Afghanistan, it is known he participated in an operation geared towards eliminating Taliban leadership in preparation for the drawdown of ISAF and US troops in the following year. Only this operation did not simply have the Taliban involved. The team which Brooks was part of arrived by helicopter in the dead of night to find that the site was not occupied only by their target, but also by a team of men in jet black armor, in some sort of dealing. Brooks and his team were immediately engaged by both the Taliban and the unknown element, sparking a three-way firefight. Brooks, fighting his way with his element into the compound, stumbled upon a case of crystals glowing a vibrant yellow. Brooks, collecting photographic evidence upon realizing the significance of this development. Brooks and his team prepared to fight their way out soon after, but then the unknown element reappeared. The Taliban had been slaughtered already, and it was apparent that the enemy was back to finish the job with them. Brooks, grabbing a handful of the crystals and pocketing them, prepared for another firefight. The enemy moved with fearsome speed and precision, cornering the Marines like rats and one-by-one picking them off. Brooks, the last not dead or incapacitated, made to try and call for support, only to find communications entirely jammed. He opted to try and take as many as he could with him, mounting a counterattack in which no bullet he had was left unspent, before getting overwhelmed by the black-clad enemy. They shot him five times. Thrice in the legs, and twice in the vest, with one round managing to punch through to his abdomen. As he laid bleeding, he came to a conclusion as the men spoke in modulated voices, recalling where this very scene had played out before. They were REAPER. And they were here, selling crystals to the Taliban, and now they were planting evidence to paint the picture of a team of Marine Raiders surrounded and slaughtered by Taliban. He resolved that he would not die in a mud hut on an Afghan hill, that he would somehow avenge this. He drifted into unconsciousness as the black-clad men stood over him. He woke up much later to pure darkness and a cold sensation. Fighting, writhing, and yelling through a bone-dry mouth, he was flooded with light. He’d been declared dead after they found him, placed into a body bag like all the other Marines that had been there. But there was one problem, Brooks was still alive, and now was being stared at by a young medic with bewilderment. Despite his protestations and his attempts to explain, he was shipped back to the US and placed into extended medical care there, before being honorably discharged. He returned home to find that his father had passed away while he was overseas, and his mother was not far behind. Saying his final goodbyes to his mother, he attempted to go straight to FAMA with the photographic evidence he’d collected. But by then REAPER had closed in on him. An assassin on his doorstep, he was forced to conceal the photographs and flee. After fleeing down the East Coast with REAPER on his heels, he now seemingly shook their scent, and has acquired an apartment in Charity Beach, resolving to no longer flee, adopting a formal alias and trying to live his life.[/indent] [/indent] [center][h3][b]⫸ P O W E R I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷[/b][/h3] [i]"Those REAPER guys, they won’t quit. I’ll get ‘em, though, one way or another."[/i][/center] [indent] [b]▼ | POWER CLASSIFICATION : | [/b] [indent]Type-Yellow[/indent] [b]▼ | POWER DESCRIPTION : | [/b] [i]Catatonic Stasis[/i] [indent]Laying in that mud hut on an Afghan hill, the delta-crystals which he was exposed to changed him. He didn’t want to die there, not then. And the crystals granted his wish, albeit in a literal and roundabout sense. Brooks’s power is surviving what most others can’t, whether he likes it or not. When grievously injured, his body renders him in a catatonic state, using all remaining energy to preserve his body and heal what it can while shutting off what it can’t. The power is characterized by him falling unconscious, losing any detectable pulse, and having no visible brain activity, rendering him legally dead. Only he isn’t. His little guardian angel of a power is keeping him alive until it can stabilize him, until it can allow him to crawl away for help. It kept him alive in that Afghan hut, and even a few times after that. Guess he got his wish.[/indent] [b]▼ | LIMITS : | [/b] [indent]The limitations of this power lie in that some damage is too much. A body can only take so much battering before recovery without care is impossible, even for a man whose body will go at any length to ensure he doesn’t die. Eventually, his power will only work to some extent, and his heart will quit and never restart, the catatonic state he’s rendered into will never end, and he’ll be dead.[/indent] [b]▼ | WEAKNESSES : | [/b] [indent]Weaknesses lie in its limitations. One could easily end up causing enough damage that his power could no longer artificially support him. Say, chopping off multiple limbs, organ removal, complete organ destruction, and the grand slam of it: the brain. Of course, when shot through the brain, there’s only so much any medicine or life support can do. And in the case of the power, that is nothing. Destruction of any part of the brain will result in total death of Brooks, but first you’d have to know he was still kicking in there.[/indent] [/indent] [center][h3][b]⫸ O T H E R ⫷[/b][/h3][/center] [indent][list] [*]Brooks drives a 1973 Dodge Charger that belonged to his father. It’s navy blue in color and has a black cab-top. [*]Brooks often carries a SIG P228 pistol in a conceal carry rig on his person. [*]Brooks also has a Kimber Desert Warrior M45 which he often keeps in his glovebox or, in combat scenarios, he carries it on his hip.[/list][/indent][/hider]