[hider=Sean] Name: Sean Kellan Mason Age: 36 Nationality: British (Northern Irish) Training: Former Royal Marine, trained as an automatic rifleman and specialist in using LMGs and a secondary specialism in anti-tank launchers dotted with a basic understanding of explosives. Sean shoots and blows shit up, it's his thing- and was noted as such in the Marines given his above-average strength, anger and height. With tours in Iraq, Afghanistan and plenty of piss ups in Ayia Napa as a Corporal in the Marines, he's done his fair share of soldiering but not his fair share of fighting- though a short relationship with Bethan after that said piss up in Ayia Napa has come to an end... Infiiltration Method: Aerial Drop Kit: Sig Sauer P226, 9x19, 3x Magazines Machete History: It all began when a Protestant met a Protestant in rainy Belfast, Northern Ireland. And growing up in a partisan, fucked up environment left young Sean all fucked up, and with only a few blunt words for the IRA- his family being ultra-unionist, it was inevitable that was going to influence him to go and join Her Majesty's Armed Forces. Sean was a strong lad, and smarter than he looked- but the Royal Marines fitted him to a T, with the banter, camaraderie and humour that was needed. He was proven but a bit too violent and out of line, rebellious even for the force- he never made it past Corporal for that reason- and while going on many successful tours, was left with very little of realistic use. Good at what he did though- he learned plenty of skills on the job and proved that an Irishman was never one to be fucked with when carrying a GPMG, showing genuine leadership talent when he wasn't swearing at people. He was a thug, good for a soldier, bad for society - and without an end. That was, well, apart from his womanising charm and meeting Bethan while on a R&R trip in Ayia Napa... They were a match that truly was strange, Sean a burly Marine with a thick Ulster accent and rough as it came, Bethan as a bright, blunt and hard-nosed professional- and they made it last, well, at least for four years, on and off, actually getting married in Las Vegas and nearly buying a house together. As relationships sometimes do though, it did go to shit and they chose to move apart three months ago- going from job to job while living with Bethan. Without any meaningful work and a wife to live with, Sean turned to working as a drug mule, dealer and in fact, a major part of a distribution network in northern Wales- putting his skills to use in anything that involved a boat, scaring the shit out of people or moving product. He got caught four weeks ago. The ultimatum was simple, MI6 officer reasoned- do this job, clear his name, take home the bags money that came with it, and that would be plenty enough to get clear of the UK. It was a better prospect than 18 years in prison, at minimum. The problem? Bethan was implicated, by way of the fact it was seized at his house. To say she was pissed was an understatement...then again, she hadn't exactly gotten clean hands either. So unwillingly, they're a fragile alliance- and whatever drew them apart is going to have to go when they're dropping into Matanbai together... Appearance: Sean stands at about 6"3, with moderate-length black-brown hair and a patchy ginger beard, giving the look of someone grizzled from his experience, certainly no stranger to using the tools at his disposal. He's relatively burly, with a bit more weight since he was an operator, but no less fit and no less strong- he's not someone to come across in a bar fight and win against, put it politely. [/hider] -------- [hider=Bethan] Name: Bethan Helena Mason (nee Jones) Age: 33 Nationality: British (Welsh) Training: Former Royal Marine, and one of the few to voluntarily go through the same commando assault course as many of the men- as a hardened triathlete, Bethan duly did her bit and has been very much above average as a soldier in the UK's commando troop, particularly for a female. A former medic, Bethan wasn't always on the frontline, but her nickname as a "chick with a cock" said it all - well, she gave as much shit as any of the other lads would, if not worse, a blunt, no-bullshit member of the team that would do her fair share and keep her men alive, actually making the rank of Sergeant before leaving. She's taken lives- and her aptitude almost had her nominated to go into the SFSG after significant involvement in other special forces wetwork, where she went through fundamentally the full training prior to a broken leg shattered her dreams of going forwards in that vein. It's given her tactical and commando-level nous, particularly with the use of silenced and longer range weapons- not making her a full marksman but a capable shooter, more than Sean would ever admit. Aside from that, she's survived tours of Iraq, Bosnia and Afghan, meeting Sean in a bleary state in a Cypriot seaside resort and remaining happily estranged ever since. Infiiltration Method: Aerial Drop Kit: Glock 17, 9x19, 3x Magazines Scout-styled Knife History: Bethan grew up in Carnarfon, Wales, right in the foothills of Snowdonia and in mountain territory- and was given a relatively stable upbringing, allowed to be a girls' girl and go into the mountains with friends, hike, cycle and play to heart's content. Her dream of becoming a doctor was one that she changed to becoming a nurse, then a medic after her grades in school didn't match her apt intellect- it was undeserving, but her physical capability combined with her talent made her recruiter direct her into the Royal Marines. And that was where she found herself, excelling and learning fast how to deal with people bleeding out from bullets, crying over broken bones and others in need of copious amounts of morphine. It was an environment she learned to toughen up, and her unrelenting physicality and willingness to learn, coupled to her fearless nature and lack of squeamishness made her a perfect fit in supporting combat teams and eventually, right on the frontline. She was a talent and certainly one that proved her weight in gold- her involvement even in operations with a more sensitive touch proved her skill and worthiness in any team. She met Sean while on leave in Ayia Napa - and while he was on his way out, she spent another year in the Marines, getting married to him not too long after. He seemed burly, but he had a hidden charm to him, something she took a liking to- and well, she couldn't help it with those sultry tones, among many, many other poorly made judgements. They settled down in northern Wales, and after her discharge on medical grounds, she decided to work in nursing herself at a local hospital- whilst still keeping an interest in ironman triathlons on the side. An unfufilling career, but it was realistically achievable- and at the end of the day, a job was a job, and if they were thinking of a house and a family someday, she had to do her bit. Her relationship with Sean however became fractuous upon living with him at home when he bailed out of his most recent formal job- and so she broke it off, realising he wasn't holding up his end of the relationship, hardly looking for work and still a thug under all of it rather than wanting to move on into something serious- something she saw in him when she first dated him. The call she recieved a few months later to say the least was a shocker- the fact Sean had been arrested and now she was implicated in money derived from it in her shared account with him was surely a wind-up. She hadn't filed any papers, and it was going to be very, very difficult to say she hadn't been aware- after all, it had been kept at their family home, and while she could prove they had been seperated for the last few months, nobody in the police was buying it. It was what had even funnelled a lot of their expenditure in the months prior- and she was going to find it tricky to say she had zero clue. Not apart from one member of the intelligence agency, who knew Bethan's talent was precisely what was needed to keep Sean on a tight leash and make sure that the job got done on a particular task... Interestingly, the deal cut for her is slightly different than Sean's - and is the real twist in the tale. No criminal record and a nice sack of cash for a job well done, but more than that, an opportunity to work for MI6- a chance quietly back into the game on far, far more money and away from her other half for good. What she does with Sean after the operation is done is up to her- and right now, she has no easy feelings for him. Appearance: Bethan stands at 6"0 with short, dulled blonde hair, coupled to a well muscled and shaped physique, less burly and more cardio-focussed, her face bearing a few scars and cuts. She has the look of someone who can endlessly run, with a high level of fitness- more cheetah than lioness. [/hider]