[hider=Fionn || Heavy Weapons] Name: Fionn Ó Somacháin Age: 24 Species: Brown Bear Appearance: Fionn is a very large individual compared to others with thick dark brown fur and a strip of light brown fur running down the back. The length of his fur can give him a puffy appearance concealing his actual strength. The most discerning feature would be a black marking of several interwoven knots on his upper chest, both a reminder of his culture and a symbol of his beliefs. Height: 2.3 m or roughly 7’ 6” Weight: 265kg or roughly 584 lbs. [hr] Personality: Despite his size, he has a quiet and empathetic personality. He is slow to make friends, but those he considers one earns his respect and loyalty. Normally calm and reserved, few things incite anger in him (such as his friends being in danger). He is rarely seen smiling, rather adopting a stoic expression at almost all times. The trait he holds more value in above all others is loyalty, in this regard he will dutifully serve his country and his unit even when detrimental to himself. [hr] History: Fionn had a decent life. He always had food, a roof over his head, and (largely in part to his size) rarely had problems with others. He always made decent grades in school, not particularly great but better than average. He had no friends, but that never bothered him. He was always fine with solitude. Indeed, he had little to complain about, and yet he still felt a void in himself. Throughout his past, he never really felt happiness. Only content at best. There was something missing, there had to be right? Others seemed to feel happiness, but it was a foreign concept to him. With the empty feeling in his soul, it was appearant that it needed to be filled with something. Fionn was wise enough to realize turning to alcohol, drugs, and other such pleasures would only offer temporary relief at best. That would mean recurring indulgences and forming an addiction. He would need something more permanent. He felt he was simply missing a purpose. That he never had a place where he felt he belonged. To him, it seemed the best choice was to join the military. His nation gave much to him, so it also seemed right he give back with his life if need be. At the very least, it should serve a distraction from the melancholy. [hr] Hobbies/Interests: A bit of an Armchair philosopher, he spends a lot of time quietly pondering the nature of things. He also enjoys reading fiction, with a preference in Horror and Sci-Fi, and trying to figure out the worldview in them. At times when the stresses of life start to get to him, he likes to go out and last nature with little more than a knife and his pebble (to read a novel or two) for days at a time. [hr] Personal gear/Equipment: GEAR suit and helmet RI MT-A1 Thumper Grenade Launcher w/ 6 round revolver cylinder M57 Shotgun RI M61 Combat Revolver Pebble Personal Survival Kit[/hider] [@Silverwind Blade] Well, it only took me getting sidetracked 3 times on this character, better than my usual 5 or 6. I also thought of another question, would modules on the GEAR be easily changed on the battlefield or is it a complicated process that needs a maintenance bay or something? such as in a potential instance where someone would salvage a perfectly working *whatever* from a fallen GEAR, would they be able to attach it then and there?