[hider=Dice Amaro]
[center][h1][color=thistle][Lt.] Dice Amaro[/color][/h1][/center]
Age: [color=thistle]"I am 21 and counting. Who's asking anyway?"[/color]
Appearances:
[hider=Heavy Armor][center][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/ade86c306e3af4fd8efc21399a6749e0/tumblr_pfxfo8pwfl1wvec67o1_1280.jpg[/img][/center]
[center][color=thistle][i]"HCA MK3 - Heavy Combat Armor Mark 3. My primary source of defense in battle. I'm rarely ever seen without it. You never know in this day and age."[/i][/color][/center][/hider]
[hider=Last Resort][center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/57/5a/c3/575ac31214f3021ead441a6c4e3f7f9e.jpg[/img][/center]
[center][color=thistle][i]"During heated moments within battle, I'll drop my HCA MK3 armor in order to gain higher, and almost impossible, wicked, speeds."[/i][/color][/center][/hider]
Class:[color=thistle] "I applied for the Counter Guardians back when I was a mere 18 year old." [/color]
Weapons:
[hider= Horder, Model T][center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e8/b4/cd/e8b4cd17059e074a23a9f3a8fd05893d.jpg[/img][/center]
[center][color=thistle][i]"This little number saved my ass back at the academy. It's a simple concept really, but this thing basically turns my old, dusty regular .9mm revolver ammunition into super heated blasts of gamma."[/i][/color][/center][/hider]
[color=thistle][i]"And..."[/i][/color]
[hider=Rationalizer]
[img]https://img00.deviantart.net/b731/i/2012/106/7/a/the_gauntlet_by_atthespeedoffetus-d4wf5iu.png[/img]
[center][color=thistle][i]"I hardly even understand what this is... I created it though. I was trying to create a way to absorb pain, I instead created something that... makes it?... Weird, right? It simply deconstructs atoms and... poof. All of the laws of mass get thrown out the window. There are no remains if I can keep my paws locked on to my target for long enough."[/i][/color][/center][/hider]
Inventory: [color=thistle][i]"Radios, Walky Talkies... Eh... seven purple alert flares. Oh! My armor pack... Some gum... and... a ton of Gamma batteries."[/i][/color]
Backstory: 
	Sitting up at rapid attention, Amaro was blinking rapidly. After he woke up slightly, he would hit the snooze button. His hair was covering his right eye in a messy tangle of hair. He would stretch and let out a silent yawn. He would put on his favorite baseball cap, and grab a jet black comb which he would drift throughout his course brown hair, and move it out of his vision. He would pop a piece of double mint gum into his mouth after brushing his teeth quickly, and head towards the door of the cabin he was stationed at. A jab of light would beam in his eyes, forcing him to squint his eyes. He would blow a bubble of gum, and begin to walk towards the training grounds.
	Once he had arrived with the group of others, he would be greeted by his trainer, who stated,[color=coral] "Late again, Amaro. That's the forth time this month."[/color] He would put a discerned frown on his face, and look at Dice with a mild irritation [color=coral] "Do I need to write you up to the higher ups, sir? Think your sleep is more important than your job, huh?"[/color]
	Dice would walk up to his trainer, and get close enough for the man to see every pore on his skin. [color=thistle] "You don't have the guts." [/color]He would point his chin up at his trainer and sneer. His trainer would not respond, still looking at Amaro in an irritated fashion. There was an extremely strong tension holding in the air. A soldier cleared their throat. [color=thistle]"That's what I thought old man."[/color] A smirk would appear on Amaro's face, followed by a grin from his superior. 
	[color=coral] "Good to have you back in health, Jr. Lieutenant Amaro." [/color] The two would shake heads and give a positive smirk to one another.
	[color=thistle] "Morning General." [/color] He would let a loose yawn slip and pop his back.
	[color=coral] "We're doing range practice, care to join? Show these boot-lickers how it's done? [/color] He would look at Amaro in the eyes, and would be met with Dice's yawn.
	[color=thistle] "Huh?.. Oh, uh yeah sure." [/color] He would whip out his Horder, and aim it at the training target. He would fire 3 bullets, and all three would go through the head of the target, [i]in the exact area.[/i] Amaro would holster his Horder, then yawn again. [color=Thistle] "Boom." [/color]
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