Agent Name: Devon Black Agent Code Name: Venom Age: 30 Gender: Male Appearance: [img=http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/301/c/7/wasteland_warrior_by_waza8i-d31pfmt.jpg] Armor: Power Armor. Inside, the work of Dimitri can be seen, as a series of extra wires and tubes, attached to various needles and liquids, all held in place by a series of brackets. It works to supply a supply of combat stimulants, though their effectiveness has yet to be seen... Clothing: When not working in a lab, he wears a pair of nearly immaculate jeans, and a solid black shirt, of the same quality. [u]Weapons[/u] Long Range: [url=http://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/55225/?] Mid-Short Range: [url=http://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/55133/?] Back-Up: M1911 .45 Caliber Handgun Miscellaneous items: Carries around a pack containing a veritable lab of medical supplies, enough to perform even surgery in the middle of the field. He also carries around various vials of various toxins. Forces of habit: Is very carefree, unless put into a situation where such an attitude would get him, or his allies, injured or killed. Is very sarcastic, even in battle, and often holds grudges for things done to him. -- Edit(!): As of recently, Devon has taken a far more serious approach to the Eagle Squad. No longer is he carefree, though his sarcastic bite is still occasionally present. He tends to play around with a pocket knife, only two inches long, when bored or stressed, now. [b]Biography:[/b] Born in vault 59, Devon grew up a relatively boring life, though he held a rather high intelligence, and very steady hands. He found himself interested in science, his intelligence leading to him being taught by the vaults doctor about the work of medicine and the human body. When the vault came into the Enclave, he was intrigued by the high level of technology they possessed. Devon joined up with the Enclave at the age of sixteen, and it was immediately found that he held a rather uncanny ability to work with science, specifically biology and chemistry. His steady hands came into play again, being quite accurate with fire arms. The thing that singled him out, however, was his first mission into the wastes. His squad was ambushed by a group of raiders, carrying much heavier firepower than expected. Devon maintained a poise of extreme calm in the battle, his sarcastic personality completely lost, even taking a round to the shoulder without much effect. Through his unflinching visage, the battle was turned around, his squad rallying behind the indomitable man. It was discovered, afterwards, that he had been implanted with several augments, one of them designed by himself. His brain had been augmented to increase his alacrity, and his pain sensors had been dulled, or rather wired to be much more easily ignored. Combined with natural adrenaline, the man practically felt no pain in battle, though afterward, it would rush to him, though still dulled. This, combined with his ability to combat through situations of life or death with such calm, is what attracted the attention of Eagle Squad. He went through the training, continuing to explore biology and chemistry. Now, he is known for his stimulants, being akin to the drugs of the wastes, though much safer. He also works heavily with toxins created through chemistry, and has even been known to create clips of bullets with toxins implanted, for added effectiveness in missions. -- -- Update(!): Following the massacre at the airport, Devon was rarely seen without being near Dimitri. He'd taken the loss terribly, his medical expertise saving many lives, but his trained eye had also seen, and put an end to, so much suffering, so many mortally wounded. He'd never used so much Arsenic before. Once he emerged, he no longer had that suit of combat armor, so hazardously modified. Now, it was a solid suit of Enclave armor, worked on for nearly a month in near silence. He spoke, occasionally, at meals, but it was never anything major. Sometimes, he muttered about the loss of Golem. Afterward, he focused entirely on training. No matter who they were, no matter what they were, Venom was out and about, fighting with his squadmates. In battle, he seemed to relax the most, strangely enough. Maybe the adrenaline rush helped kill whatever it was that plagued his mind. No matter, his skills have improved with this new take on life. His life, the life of an Eagle. Even his free time would possess some form of activity, or he'd be in a lab. Hopefully, his role as team medic would be accepted, as he focused more and more on his duty.