Name: Skye Rosalind Lyons (frmr Major)

Age: 30

Nationality: Scottish

Apperance:




A tall, naturally red-haired former special forces operator, Skye has the the look she has reflecting her position as a team leader of a slightly mad team. With gentle pale skin that has been cut and bruised many a time with cutting blue eyes, Skye has an aura about her that harkens her look back to almost a Celtic warrior-like state- her dark auburn red hair reflecting her ethnic influence even further. Look at her shoulder and back, and you notice a Royal Marine tattoo, and a tatoo of a lion across the top back of her shouldes. At 6"2, she seems to have a presence about her, far taller than most women of her size.

Skye is a pretty girl to say the least- full of charm and easy to take in, though look long enough and you can tell there's a very warm fire in her eyes, more than the auburn red hair she has. If you replaced the exoskeleton she used for tartan, you'd swear she was a Highland swordswoman, and she seems to have the aggression and violence of one too- the pattern of which that sticks around from her father's ancestral clan, and is often seen on her off-duty clothing.

Skye is well muscled as you'd expect for an operator of her kind, but prefers to have a focus on cardio over pure strength. Skye's unbreakable nature reflects this- whatever batteries she seems to run on, she seems constantly engaged, never showing any signs of wear- her workrate being something phenominal to watch and remarkably, having little impact on her mental state when in command of the team. It's quite something to see her swim, run and cycle for miles on end- seemingly barely without being broken. Whilst she may seem easy as a target, Skye is someone hard to take in a fight- given the cuts and scratches across her body, she seems like she's gotten into a fair few. Most men would even feel probably a little uneasy around her due to her height and speed in a one on one.

On operation, she can normally be seen using her usual exoskeleton-contained assault-grade armour, usually wearing a tactical helmet over her red hair, alongside a pair of lightly red tinted tactical glasses that incorperate the HUD and tactical link to her own gear and the rest of her team's perspectives, as well as that of any drones. In combination with the navy-green tartan camoflaged exoskeleton (yes), she is often wearing a navy t-shirt and black-coloured combat trousers, with a pair of sturdy boots to finish the look. Off duty, she often wears the same, with jeans and a pair of trainers instead- keeping a refreshingly casual look for a CO of a mystical task force.

Her Highland Scottish accented tones are almost sultry, and underlines her sometimes harsh, yet often more than not warm embrace. There isn't a strong Scots dialact in her speech- but the accent remains.

Callsign: Queen

Skills:

Born Leader: Safe to say, Skye knows how to lead a fireteam of very disfunctional, multiskilled individuals. While she might be more a jack of all trades, she knows how to control the people she works with, kick them up the arse, but more than anything, be like a mum to them. She cares deeply about her team, even when they piss her off- and remains above the poltics, drama and issues that may exist.

Versatile: A typical Assault-styled operator, Skye's use of an exoskeleton and a jump pack allows her to be fast, nimble and more than anything, a master of none but an effective presence in most regards. While some operators of the team might be far more lethal than her, Skye is able to be lethal in a vast variety of ways- and so long as she's in the fight, she can find a way to take down whoever's on the other end of her MG3, AA-12 or MAAWS.

Inteligent: Skye is a woman of many talents- but her genius is one that stands out beyond most. An unconventional one to say the least- one that seems to often place her in a polarising place, given she'd almost be better off not being on the frontlines, but as a higher ranked officer. While unlike a previous leader of Scimitar she doesn't possess a doctoral level of education, yet she speaks seven languages fluently (English, Scots Gaelic, French, Spanish, Pashto, Russian, Arabic) and has a handy practical knowledge of a huge range of topics through various means- ranging from history, explosives composition, field medicine to climbing that she could probably pursue to degree level if she had enough time in the day. It plays out in the field- she seems to have an almost instantanious ability to make plans, and be one step ahead of the enemy through ambitious yet highly calculated means- and usually have an answer for most problems, in an almost uncanny knack. A renaissance lady of sorts- it's hard to quantify but she has a very scary intellect. She seems almost like a sponge, able to absorb, process and develop new ideas and information. It's kept her alive so far.

Unbreakable and Boundless: Skye's partnership of this trait to her intellect means that she has learned to overcome pain that many would find unbearable in physical, mental and psychological bounds. This doesn't make her per se more immune to pain- but as someone who ran through "The Devil's Cooker" making it look very easy, she seems to have a resolve about her that is hard to exactly pin down. A work rate that allows her to find her second, third, even fourth wind, and it shows in her willingness to support and look after her team, an almost boundless energy that seems crazy. It's hard to quantify how she even makes it work- a natural talent, or perhaps a decade and a half of chiseling herself to be that way, your call.

Personality:

A mum of the team- but more often than not, someone willing to see red and go absolutely wild, Skye balances leadership with her charismatic and boundless energy that always finds a target. While sometimes coming across as removed from a situation, given the fact she has to be very selective about who joins the team and she has an unrelenting drive to push herself, she always seeks to push those around her with her too- so she'll take the time to listen and help out wherever she can. A stoic attitude almost- but she has learned how to enjoy life and switch off, rather than push relentlessly, all the time. She seems fun and open to how the team operates, but knows when to keep them in line- neither being too egotistical nor too selfless in her mannerisms.

A seemingly spotless team leader isn't all there is to Skye, mind. There's definitely a lot of frustration under the surface, a lot of apathy for the way the world works and a lot of pragmatism that has boiled down into cyncism. There's no doubt she's seen a lot and it's made her wearier for it. Her stoicism towards certain members of the team will come across incredibly strongly- she has a certain way that will rub off on some people as harsh and cold, but it's usually meant in a way that may not come across as it sometimes should to stop.

She's the one playing it straight when everyone else is a bit mad, but she has her own wacky side too.

Tactical Suit:



Similar to the leader of Scimitar before her, Skye uses an exoskeleton as a support tool to run, move and get across the warzone. While able to stop 5.56 rounds thanks to armour plating throughout the suit's chassis, covering the torso, legs and upper arms, she wouldn't want to remain under constant fire with this thing- it gives her a little more survivability, but predominantly allows for her to operate as a much more versatile, quick operator. The real advantage is that it gives her a more disproportionate strength in lifting, moving and protection that already augments her tireless fitness regime. Carrying a MG3 is like holding an MP5 to her now, as well as being able to run 100m in 12 seconds fully equipped, even being able to run on walls with a jump pack and leap almost up a storey and a half and come down with relative ease, avoiding fall damage. That means all of a sudden, it's very hard to keep up when she's mobile and running. Without power, the suit isn't so useful then- but isn't an enormous burden to carry around, and being easily detatchable.

Weapons:

MG3 LMG with shoulder-mounted ammunition pack (belt fed)
OR
SIG MCX 7.62mm Battle Rifle
AA-12 Automatic Shotgun
Carl Gustav M4 MAAWS
FN FNX.45 Pistol (Silenced)

Equipment:
Tactical Knife
3x Cluster Grenades
3x Flashbangs
Various Smoke Grenades
Various Flares
Quad-Optic NVGs
Jump-Pack
Arm-Mounted PDA

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History:

Born in Portree on the Isle of Skye itself, the redhead was named after the beautiful island of her birth by her fisherman father, a Scot with roots to Clan Lyons, with her mother being a former professional football player- an odd combination that Skye sometimes wonders ever gets easier to introduce when talking about family. She grew up in a stable environment, but was seen as gifted from a young age- quickly being encouraged by her mother to get involved in the wilderness and become fit, and find herself benefiting from being put classes ahead at school. Skye was a talent, rebellious and yet studious, athletic and always out in the wild, appreciating nature and the quieter side of life. Capable of going to university and the world was her oyster, she was told- even if Skye didn't know exactly what she wanted to do. To help people? To go make money to help her parents, or just settle for what her dad had- a hard, but peaceful life?

That was all on her mind until the death of her father at sea. The event changed her entirely, turning it upside down overnight, and completely destroying the last years of her childhood. With her mother distraught and turning to alcholism, Skye found herself in a home environment as a young adult that was about to turn to total shit. She didn't seem to stop however- in some odd way, it changed her to become stronger, more protective and fiercer in her ambitions in life, and instead of wallowing away for expectation, chose her own path.

It was with that Skye left home aged 18 and joined the Royal Marines as one of its' very few female applicants, her previous physical capabilities powering her through. She overcame many adversities to get to where she did- and a few tours in Afghanistan and on peacekeeping missions proved she was more than just the token "girl" of the team, but a leader and naturally talented at anything she put her hand to. Her intelligence, aptitude and talents didn't go unnoticed, and within a couple of years, she volunteered for the SBS- the Naval equivalent of the British SAS. She flew through pretty much the entire selection, a thing that was unheard of. It was as if she was destined for bigger things- and leading a fireteam, before going up the ranks and training as an Officer- flying through that too. It was almost odd to see- as if she shoudldn't have been in the forces, but doing something greater for society. Skye didn't agree. She had embraced the life in the service, leaving behind her past as much as she could, but never forgetting her father's influence on her younger years- and despite being so young, she showed a maturity and promise far above her station. A servitiude to herself, and the people around her- a deeply stoic belief she holds true.

A few years has passed, and Skye had become rather a favourite of the British intelligence community- a dependable, reliable operative who you could send to the dirtiest, darkest parts of the world and would get the job done, alone or with a small team. From HVT assasinations in Syria to deniable operations in Pakistan, Skye became a master of fighting the wars nobody wanted to talk about- and more often than not using experimental technology to do so, often using her wit and cunning to engineer situations that could turn the tide in her favour. In cities such as London, Berlin and Moscow she was equally at home as she was in the rough deserts of Sudan, Yemen and Afghanistan, often finding herself carted to another part of the world in some other mad manner to do the UK's dirty work.

It paid well- but Skye always enjoyed it more than the money, a direction that gave her meaning in the absence of her youth. Perhaps almost a solace, or a mask for something beneath her past that had happened. After all, she felt at home with tinkering with technology, finding a way to outdo and outgun her foes even if they were trying to keep up. It was in this instance that she was handpicked by Oracle, seen as a perfect fit to lead the new task force they were assembling, that of Raven Squad. Skye's inventiveness allowed her to tailor the team to her liking, and she finds herself being the charismatic commander of the team, leading by example and showing why she gets the job done.

Hobbies:

Triathlon, Ultramarathons, Climbing, The Great Outdoors, Reading, Skydiving, Fiddle Playing

Likes:
-Whisky (no "e", because she likes the real deal)
-Honesty
-Rock and Indie Music
-Warm, genuine people
-Opportunities to reflect
-A roaring campfire with friends
-Her squad, when they're sorting out her paperwork

Dislikes:
-Any "wee bastard" that calls her "English" (a rare trigger point)
-Any alcholic beverage that has less than 15% alcohol content, including anything resembling a cocktail
-Indirect conversation
-The entire country of Uzbekistan
-Being rushed
-Her squad, when there's paperwork involved that involves them

Name: Xander Clarke

Age: 28

Appearance:
When picturing what a special ops counter terrorist operator would look like, Xan is usually not what most expect. Cursed to be just under 6 feet, Xan is one of the shorter members at 5’11” . While he is not exactly bulging with muscle, his training does keep him toned and fit. When next to the other members of Raven Squad, however, Xan looks to be a stick. As such he doesn’t feel the need to “show off”, opting to wear long sleeved V necks or dress shirts and jeans as his casual wear.

Being more of an indoors person, his pale skin lacks any sort of tan. Not that he would really get one anyway with all the gear he usually wears. His sandy blonde hair is kept short and spiked forward with the sides buzzed. Easy to maintain and not a heart break if it gets ruined by his helmet. Below his foggy blue/gray eyes, he styles his facial hair in an anchor beard. Another combination of style and practicality.

The first words out of Xan’s mouth exposes the origins of this Aussie, as he uses Australian slang and makes no attempt to hide his rather thick accent.

Nationality: Australian

Callsign: Glitch

Skills:
IT: Xan is a tech junkie. He can repair and dismantle all manner of devices, vehicles, weapons, really anything that has parts and wires. His knowledge of both hardware and software is extensive, and he is prone to use that knowledge for the benefit of his team. Well. Most of the time. He has even developed his own special programs to use on the fly, but we’ll get to those a bit later.

I’ll drive: From dune buggies, to military jets, and even the more advanced mechs, Xan knows or can quickly learn how to pilot them all. He doesn't even need to be at the helm, as Xan has been known to take control remotely if a stubborn tango (or a friendly) refuses to get out of the driver's seat.

Sleight of hand: Years of experience has taught Xan that every second matters when it comes to an operation. Fumbling to reload or put away his gun could waste precious time, and inversely at any moment be forced to drop whatever he's working on and draw his weapon. As such he has practiced these actions over and over again until he could reload at record speed, and fluidly pull out and put away his equipment in the blink of an eye.

One step ahead: Though at times he may seem spontaneous and random, Xan is very methodical in the actions he takes. Though he can’t predict the future or see every possible outcome, he is extremely observant. There are patterns in everything and he will follow them to anticipate what is about to happen and be prepared to react accordingly. This is one reason why he keeps such a versatile assortment of gear on hand, so that none of his options are restricted when the time comes.

History:
The early years of Xander’s life were, uneventful to say the least. He was born in Perth as the youngest of 3 and the son of an accountant and doctor. It was in those years that he learned he had a knack for technology. He would build all sorts of small gizmos and contraptions, eventually learning how to add circuitry and chips that he could code to run specific functions. Unfortunately, his genius did not come with discipline. Many of his creations were crafted and used for the sole purpose of messing with his siblings or disrupting school lectures. Wanting to combat his mischievous nature, but also nurture his gift, his parents decided the best course of action was to enroll him in the Australian Defense Force Academy.

From day one Xan excelled at the ADFA. His studies focused on computer and cyber security along with engineering, further enhancing his technological abilities. While he still had issues following all the rules and obeying his COs, it was found that he thrived in a military structured environment. Running drills, learning military tactics and strategies, having clear goals, and working with others to accomplish those goals really gave Xan a great sense of purpose. He especially loved the more high stress drills and training as they really pushed and challenged him both physically and mentally. After graduating from the ADFA, Xan immediately joined the Australian Army as an infantryman. Though many protested this, saying his mind and skills would be better suited in R&D or military intelligence, Xan was adamant that he be placed in the action and not behind some desk or in a lab.

It came at no surprise that due to his abilities in the field, Xan was given the chance to join the SASR rather early into his military career. From there he played key parts in many classified operations. That alone may have been enough for him to be considered for the most elite team on the planet, but it was his performance during a more recent mission that made him known.

Xan's squad had been deployed to raid a warehouse confirmed to contain illegal weapon shipments. It was supposed to be a textbook raid. Surround the building, go in fast, and catch them with their pants down. It wasn’t until they began breaching that they learned what nightmare they had stumbled into. The weapons belonged to Black Flag, and they weren't about to give them up. The SASR were not only outnumbered, but also out classed in terms of equipment. In minutes more than half the squad was wiped, and the mission changed from securing the weapons, to escape.

Cornered and Desperate to at least get him and his men out alive, Xan changed up his strategy. He knew his team was better trained than these guys, they just had to find a way to eliminate the enemies technical advantage and level the playing field. Using just his cell phone, Xan was able to breach Black Flag’s network, scramble their communications, and turn any security system against them. From there it was a matter of moving swiftly and strategically to take advantage of the chaos. In the end, despite all the odds against them and the heavy losses they incurred, the remaining SASR not only survived, but emerged victorious.

It wasn’t long after that Xan was contacted by the Oracle with an offer to join Raven Squad.

Personality: A beer in his hand, a smirk on his face, and a quip on his tongue, Xan is an overconfident jokester. In nearly all situations he will be making comments and “clever” observations that others may also find humorous, but usually earn him eye rolls and dirty looks. Xan doesn’t mind this as he’s accepted his position as the team jester.

In addition to his comedic antics, Xan rarely doesn’t have some sort of scheme going on or a prank he’s planning to pull on his comrades. All in good fun of course. He would never try anything that would jeopardize a mission or put someone in harm's way. Only stuff around the base to shake things up. In a way, it also keeps his skills sharp, as most of what he does in action could be viewed as “pranking” or “tricking” the enemy. And for those seeking revenge, he takes all retaliation in stride as he’s well aware that what comes around, goes around.

His cockyness does not stay at home, either. Even on the most critical missions, Xan will be cracking jokes and making light of dire situations. Some might interpret this as Xan not caring, that he doesn’t take his job seriously. In reality, it’s simply another tool in his arsenal. If he keeps things light, it helps his team not crack under the pressure of it all. And if he acts like he’s always one step ahead, his enemies might start second guessing their next move and start to make mistakes.



On the surface, Xan’s Tac Suit would seem to be the standard issue exoskeleton with his default choice in clothing being the urban camouflage. While it does still offer the same benefits of enhanced movement, protection from most common firearms, and even increased strength, Xan has also added a number of his own modifications to his suit. Most of them have been approved for field use, some are features he may or may not have gotten cleared.

HUD: Helmet visor displays a myriad of information Xan needs to keep tabs on during a mission such as battery life of both suit and all his equipment, progress of any programs running on his tablet, and status of The Dingo.

Amplification: Boosts his tablet, allowing it to have a much greater range and signal strength through most surfaces.

Aim assist: No, the suit doesn’t auto target or track enemies. Instead it is able to detect faint movements in Xan’s arms and steady them. Allowing his accuracy to remain high even under extreme stress and even counter some of his weapon’s recoil.

Lober: Left shoulder mounted grenade launcher. Simply load with whatever grenade or can of beer that needs to be sent farther than you can toss it, aim, then watch it go.

Weapons:
Due to the amount of equipment Xan is already carrying, he will usually default to one rifle and one side arm.

Assault Rifles:
F88 Austeyr
Sig Sauer MCX

DMR:
SR-25

Pistols:
USP Tactical
Glock 19

Equipment:

Tactical Tablet: Xan carriers with him a specialized tablet loaded up with dozens of programs, viruses, malware, everything he needs to break through an enemy firewall or create a backdoor into their systems. All he needs is to crack a network password or even directly connect to the right device. From there he can download any data needed, take control of anything linked to that network, basically become a nightmare for anything relying on tech. Simultaneously, he can use them to keep hostile cyberattacks at bay preventing unwanted intrusions entirely or hitting them with the metaphorical Uno reverse.

Once a program has been launched, the tablet clips securely onto Xan’s left arm, offering an extremely convenient way for him to carry it while it can both recharge and continue whatever upload or download was initiated. The tablet itself is lined in a bullet proof case, providing even more protection in the event Xan drops it. Oh, and from being shot, I guess.

The Dingo: Secured to Xan’s lower back is what appears to be a large carrying case, but in reality is an advanced portable sentry gun. It can be deployed and retracted in a matter of seconds for quick use and repositioning. When active, it uses state of the art motion and thermal sensors to identify and lock on to a target almost instantly. It will then have a short delay as it waits for a signal from the friendly chip, a microchip Xan made sure was wired into every tactical suit on Raven Squad that tells the sentry “No. Bad dog.” If it does not receive this signal, whatever it is aiming at will be sent sixteen 7.62mm rounds per second until the target stops moving. Xan can also control the sentry remotely with his tablet.

Warning! It is not recommended to use The Dingo auto target mode while in a situation where civilians or non Raven Squad personnel are involved. They are not equipped with the friendly chip and The Dingo does not like strangers.

3 x EMP Grenades: If Xan can’t hack it, then the next best thing is to knock it out completely.

3 x Flashbang Grenades.

3 x Smoke Grenades.

M9 Bayonet: Combat knife that can attach to the F88.

Field repair/tool kit: Never know when something needs to be fixed on the fly.

Hobbies: Tinkering. Orchestrating pranks. Playing Video Games. Playing piano. Flying (when the hangar staff let's him.)

Likes: Cold beer. Rainy days. Good company. Automation.

Dislikes: People without a sense of humor. Selfishness. White Chocolate. CQC

Name: Mateo Secada

Age: 30

Apperance:
Standing at 6'0 with an athletic build. Well-defined muscles and on his chest and calves. Short black hair with a well-trimmed five o'clock shadow. Brown eyes and with a default serious resting face. Mateo has a small scar on the palm of his right hand and another on his chest near his left bicep. This one clearly a bullet hole scar. Along with a tattoo on his right shoulder.

Nationality: Colombian

Callsign: Jaguar

Skills: Close Quarter Combat Specialist - Combined with what his father taught him and what he was trained as a spy. Mateo is a skilled fighter in close quarters.

Parkour Expert - Being trained in Parkour to rapidly move through urban areas to track or chase down a target. Mateo was a natural at it and few things can stop him once he gets into his groove.

Explosive Specialist - Being trained to handle different explosives with the intent to sabotage enemy targets and knowing the best explosive for the job at hand.

Sniper - Trained to use sniper rifles to kill targets from afar, Mateo has proved to be an excellent shot and can act as a spotter if needed.

Hacking Expert- In the increasing cyberized world, hacking has proved to be an essential skill for an agent to have. Having been taught how to hack most devices and being able to hack electronic devices either remotely or in person using his own gear.

History: Born the single child of a college professor and former AFEUR operator. Growing up, Mateo was always curious about his father's life in the military. But, he was always met with the same answer, no, and after a while, Mateo would stop asking. The only answer he would get other than no is that he does not want to talk about it and asked Mateo to never join the military. A request that Mateo took seriously as he loved his father and would grow close to his father. Who would teach Mateo how to fight both with a gun and with his fist.

Up to this point, Mateo's life had been good and uneventful despite the Colombian conflict reigniting some years earlier. This changed when he was sixteen for one night. Their home was unexpectedly invaded by a group of armed men who would shoot the family. Killing both of his parents but, Mateo would survive barely as the men thought that he was dead. Mateo would hear some of what the men said before passing out. One name was mentioned was Thiago Tejedor. The man who personally shot his parents.

The gunfire would alert his neighbors, and one of them would call the police, and they arrived on the scene soon after. They would find Mateo and his parent's bodies. Calling for an ambulance and Mateo would survive. As he was recovering in the hospital, and after telling the police what he heard the armed men say. It turned out that Thiago Tejedor is the wanted leader of the Tejedor Cartel. Who took control of the cartel after his brother was killed by a squad of Colombian AFEUR operators. The same squad that his father used to belong to.

After hearing about this and being sent to live with his grandparents. Mateo would try to get revenge on Thiago Tejedor. After graduating high school, Mateo would enroll at a local university in criminology, and he was noticed by the DNI. The main intelligence agency of Colombia and seeing this was a chance to better find Thiago. Mateo agreed to join the DNI and was trained as an agent. Learning CQC, firearms, surveillance, and more.

Being sent on several missions and after five years in the agency. Became one of the agency's best. However, Mateo would have had some suspicions about the agency in the past few years. Some inconsistencies he had noticed and some questionable missions he had heard about. He would start digging and would learn the truth when an unknown whistleblower would reveal that the DNI were corrupt and guilty of several crimes, such as working with several rebel groups.

Mateo would be surprised by how bad the crimes were and how they were able to keep it hidden from him for so long. Mentally kicking himself for not finding out sooner and would be disgusted by this. More so when he learned that they were hindering his progress of finding Thiago since he was a cartel that worked with them. Luckily Mateo was clear of any wrongdoings and would quit the DNI after the scandal. Now an ex-agent, Mateo what skills he had to support himself by being a free agent. While using what assets and connections he had to track down Tejedor, who at this point had left the country. It was during this point in Mateo's life that he had been approached by Raven Squad and would accept their offer to join them. While he would be committed to the group's goal. Mateo, in what free time he has, still is trying to find Tejedor and get his revenge.

Personality: Mateo can be described as friendly though at times distant and hard on himself for some failures he has done in his life. Mateo regardless of what thinks of him due to being a former spy. He has strong morals that he got from his father. Which at times has had some problems with his job in regards to torture as something he does not want to do but, if there are no options. He will do it but, will not enjoy it. Otherwise, he is one to help someone in need and despite his goal of finding his parents' killer. Mateo can find time to relax and enjoy life. After his time with the DNI, and despite the noble goal that the Raven Squad has. Mateo has become cautious about his new employers as he does not want to get duped again. So while he will do missions and talk with his fellow teammates, he will be watchful if Raven Squad turns out to be something else.

Tactical Suit:
Or adaptive camouflage armour. The ACR has two ways to camouflage its wearer. One by using optical cloaking to cloak the wearer or if the cloaking fails. It is able to change the camouflage patterns on the armor to fit with its surroundings. Along with having light armor to protect the wearer in case of the wearer gets exposed and shot at. Plus, capable of monitoring the wearer's vitals, embedded comms, night and thermal vision.

Weapons: Heckler & Koch UMP
Daewoo Telecom K7
SCAR-L
Remington MSR(Silenced)
FN Five-seven(Silenced)
Combat Knife

Equipment: C5(Four Charges)
C5 detonator
Mico Grenades(Six)
Mico Explosives(Six)
Reusable Grappling hook
Rangefinder
Binoculars that come with night and thermal vision
A datapad worn on his left foreman that is used for hacking and can connect to electronic devices either remotely or through a wired connection.

Hobbies: Astronomy, Reading, Sparring, Jogging, Card Games, Camping, and Mixology

Likes: Nature, Rock Music, Classic Drinks, Telescopes, and Fireworks

Dislikes: Cold, Drugs, Rap, Bad Drinks, and Sushi

Name: Jamie Cole Kanatariio

Age: 24

Appearance:

Massive.

A good way to describe this man. Like his mother and his father, both legends of height, power and strength. Jamie himself inherited that. Topping out at near just short of 8 feet tall. Broad shouldered, powerfully muscled from head to toe. It's all meant for power and strength rather then body building, though if he wanted too he could put some of those sculpted fellas to shame. A head og long dark tresses shower down his back, reminiscent of his dear father, but he keeps his up in a top knot, or tucked up into the back of his helmet depending on the situation. Piercing grey eyes with flecks of bronze lookout around him, and naturally leather toned skin. Callused hands used to work, with the cuts and slashes and gashes on them that denote someone who works with tools and blades regularly.

Nationality: American/Russian/Norwegian joint citizenship

Callsign: Scion

Skills:

Natural Strength - Brought up by two people who prized their ability of natural strength, Jamie is no different, his lifting ability is incredible, he can toss 300+ pounds over his head with relative ease, carrying heavy loads by hand easily.

It All Rubbed off - Determination, Strength, Loyalty and Perseverance have been drummed into him by his parents and Uncles from Blue Sword. He will never give up no matter the situation.

Heavy Weapon Handling - And we're not talking SAWs or grenade launchers, though those have their place. We're talking things like the M134 and the GAU-19 which he can handle with relative ease really.

Trained Hard - A style of Karate, Brazilian jiu jitsu, though he doesn't favor it, his mother taught him swords, his father taught him the gunstock club. If need be he wouldn't need a gun to put down an enemy.

History:

You ever hear the saying, "It's interesting growing up under the wing of a dragon"? Well Jamie did that and more. He grew up under the wings of two Dragons. Two of the names that brought the idea of special outfits like Raven, and Scimitar into being. Not only that he was trained by two of the original Heavy Juggernauts themselves when they joined the Dragon's side. A pair of dragons and a pair of Drakes. Standing side by side.

The outfit before this, Blue Sword, run out of Perth, Australia. One of the premier Private Mercenary Companies in the world, the CO before the Dragons came in is lost ot history overshadowed now by the Dragons. Who are they? Victor Kanatariio and Natalie Kanatariio nee Denisova. And the Drakes? Carl Cardinal and Ross Henderson, the two original Juggernauts that the American army fielded some almost 30 years ago now.

It was into this that Jamie was born, under the wings of Dragons and Drakes. Trained with his sisters, and in the art of combat by some of the best, and alognsome of the best.

But as time went on, Blue Sword atleast for Jamie kind of grew old. So he went to his commanding officers his parents, and uncles and presented an idea. he wanted to see how other outfits worked. Compare them to Blue Sword, learn new skills. The quartet working so close knew tons about all manner of outfits forming. And they did some politicking. Got in contact with people they knew. And had Jamie made known to the newly formed Raven. And soon he was on a plane to the new base to meet the new crew. A crew that didn't know much about his past and wouldn't treat him like the son of legends.

Personality: Jamie happens to be quite well socialized. A jolly, kind and happy young man. Has quite a dirty mouth on him which just stems from the fact he grew up around mercenaries. A story is, one of his first words was, "FUBAR!" followed a few days later by "Fuck!" Which caused his father to laugh for 7 minutes straight. His mother was torn between tanning the hide of the merc that taught him that, smacking his dad, or laughing along. On the field he's business first, but has been known to crack a pun or add a witty limerick here and there.

Tactical Suit:



A derivative suit created under the picky eyes of his parents. The Son of Brutal is a powered armor that gives near full protection except for some weaker joints and the power pack on the back of the suit. A combination of ceramic plates, armored alloys and spacing allows the armor to survive up to 40mm rounds. Though some Anti Material rounds give it a hard time. Nor can it stand up to sustained punishment. But luckily it's power supply can be shunted into allowing Jamie to run at high speeds then normal to get out of sustained fire.

Weapons:

Main Armament - A Linked pair of FN Browning M.1939 heavy machine guns, belt fed and air cooled as normal. Both barrels of the guns fire when the trigger is pulled. They are quite light when held with the armor.

Secondary Armament - A VEPR-12 automatic shotgun for when he has to fend off enemies as a closer range.

Support gear - A shoulder mounted rocket pod holding 12 mini-rockets, first used by his father. And have since been upgraded. Mini smart munitions that will use a HUD based lock on system that then track their targets in a FnF fashion.

Equipment:

Reload canisters for the rocket pods. He'll tend to carry 3 of them, stowed right beside the pod on his right shoulder so an auto loader will slot new rockets in after the pod has been emptied.

Smoke, flash and other types of disturbance grenades and ordnance, that will allow him to move to his objective without too much interference. And allow him to support the lighter operatives to move as well.

Ammo for his Shotguns and a second hopper of ammo for the twin linked HMGs.

Hobbies:

Woodworking - Jamie is what was once known as a Turner, or a wood worker. He's good with his hands, and has made his parents work desks and his uncles desks as well by hand. He's often commissioned by military personnel to put desks or other items together for them.

Strength Events - Blame his dad who was the WSM champion several years running. Jamie doesn't go that hard, but he's won a few Strong Man Championships in the past.

Ritual and Rite - He got into the First Nations dance circuit and takes part in the Sun dance, Horse dance and ghost dance regularly.

Likes:

The feel of a new piece of wood waiting to be carved.

Listening to the stories of a veteran.

The love of family.

Dislikes:

A person in authority misusing it.

Disrespect of people who work hard for their livelihoods

Name: Greyson McGeer MBE “Brazen”

Age: 27

Apperance:



Greyson often wears the attire of an English country gentleman. He prefers wearing a light hunting jacket with trousers and collar shirt. Though often without tie. He is more comfortable with formality than most other people. His shoes however are usually some brand of running shoes as they generally offer better arch support and air cushion.

Nationality: UK

Callsign: “Brazen”

Skills:

Tactical Flexibility: Brazen is the team linebacker, he is a generalist. He tries to be anything he's needed to be and can attempt most skills with above average success. He is the natural choice for a second in command. He doesn't lack for a specialism though, his specialism is tactically flexibility and being a great advisor to others. Indeed his sage advice can improve other operators by shoring up areas that are weaker or ignored making them more well-rounded or allowing them to improve in an area where they already excel.

Mountain Climber: Brazens’ favourite past time is solitary and group mountain climbing and it is this ability which marks him out as an operator. He’s been up at-least 30 mountains all over native Britain and managed to climb Matterhorn on his first attempt.

Tortured: While completing a tracking mission in Karachi; Pakistan, as a field agent for British Military Intelligence. Brazen was cornered and captured by a breakaway cult from Islamic fundamentalists. As the weeks passed by as British Intelligence tried to trace his location, he was tortured repeatedly with a variety of means. Brazen was forced to dig deep and to keep finding reasons to go on living. What came out of this is a high tolerance for pain, an unshakable faith in his right to survive and a toughness that can shrug off injuries that would stop most people.

Special Ability: Ability Improvement

Once per scene Brazen can coordinate his attacks and the flow of battle to bolster one other members abilities perfectly. He does this by memorising their abilities from working with them. (That Squad member can use their special ability twice this scene instead of once, or they can use it to a far greater strength or duration. If applied to a group of NPCs they can instead improve their abilities to equal that of a PC for this scene.)

History:

Greyson grew up in London. His family having lost their thick Scottish accents generations ago he instead enjoys the best of both worlds. A level head and a metropolitan lifestyle.

Throughout his entire school life Greyson was bullied. In fact he hates a bully. He would even stick up for other kids. He wasnt strong back then but would still pitch himself against much bigger kids, sometimes in the year groups above him. He would routinely find himself getting into scrapes that would continue week after week for rematches. He was also the subject of intellectual bullying, as, instead of sticking up for the bullied kids, some of the teachers would instead join in to preserve the status quo. This prepared him well for what was to come.

Straight out of school he enrolled with the British Army and cut his teeth with the mechanised warfare devision as a rifleman. His potential as a commissioned officer was quickly recognised and he was financed by the British Army to get his degree from Chartered University London, he specialised in International Law. From then on he was recruited in to British Military Intelligence and served in a number of hotspots and flashpoints. Eventually he was brought in to support fire teams as an attache and eventually received some training from the best of the best in the SAS.

After a botched mission led to him being tortured he returned to the UK for convalescence at a christian monastery of all things, generously paid for by the government. He had time to think over what mattered to him most. As it turned out, it was protecting freedom. He decided to change careers, and worked as a bodyguard for Prince Charles, succeeding in foiling an assassination attempt by an extremest cult related to the one that he had been captured by so long ago. For this achievement and concerning his prior history he was awarded an MBE.

After that he went back into Military Intelligence but was given access to more and more bespoke and experimental equipment. Becoming one of the chosen for the TALBOT program he was given access to experimental British exo-suit technology, which is when he garnered the interest of Oracle. He was sent to complete solo missions in deniable ops. After only a few of these he was approached by Raven Squad.

Personality: Pragmatic but idealistic. Unlike many in his business who only ever see reason in the essential needs of today, Greysons experiences have led him to rediscover his idealism. Out of the two, idealism still calls for improvement of a situation, rather than just accepting the cards you're given as pragmatism does. "To be frank; even pragmatism has its limitations."

Tactical Suit:


The suit has advanced armour; capable of stopping several strikes from a 7.62x51 at close range, and also has overlapping ceramic plates to deflect lesser projectiles like 5.56 and fragmentation. All of these are carried on an enhanced exo skeleton, augmented with artificial muscle fibers and pistons. Of these abilities a few stand out:

Optical Systems: By far the most advanced part of Brazens suit is the optical systems. Using experimental miniaturised Muon Tomography he is able to see through walls like a real time x-ray. A bespoke inbuilt battlefield HUD program processes the sensor data into something he can see and understand. This is feed combined simultaneously with information from both thermal and night vision cameras into one seamless combined image.

Multi-spectrum smoke grenades: Brazen’s favoured tactic is to deploy smoke before moving in, this should shield him from enemy fire and is far less expensive than any armoured systems. However owing to his advanced visual optics, he is capable of seeing through the smoke entirely. This allows him to target other units normally. His smoke grenades however are tailored and cannot be seen through by normal thermal vision. Only he can see through them.

Drone Rack: Brazen carries no less than 4 drones using his exo-suits increased strength. This is fine because drones are rather small. Each of them is equipped with a single shot electric shock cannon which can taser whole groups of enemies in a tight corridor and can disable electrical equipment. It does this by spraying an ionised gas into the air 5 meters in front of it and releasing a massive electrical shock from an onboard super-capacitor. They also have a suite of advanced and bespoke sensors, able to provide night and thermal images which are relayed back to Brazens’ headset. Due to this Brazen has developed the ability to lip-read in a few different languages fairly accurately. The Drones can also be used for ‘bodyguard mode’ where they will actively try to intercept enemy attacks before they hit their master, such examples include intercepting RPG-7 rockets and causing them to explode outside of lethal range, which, given that Brazens suit has a good amount of armour is about 7 meters.

Mini Jump-pack. Due to the lack of available space on his back due to the Drone Rack and Ammo Magazines Brazen only has a miniature version of the jump pack. The limited fuel cylinders mean he can make 8 jumps before running out in a firefight. The booster rockets are located on his back and calfs and are self orienting.

Weapons:
Custom Short barrel Barrett XM109 firing 25×59mm grenades with custom 10+1 round magazine.
Underslung Benelli M4 Shotgun w/o stock, 12” barrel, firing Frag12 Rounds with X-rail 23 round magazine.

Laser Targeting Designator unit for close air support. Mounted on right side of Helmet.

Several Racks of Multispectrum Smoke grenades. Thanks to the exo-suit he has a good throwing arm too, and can easily lob these at range.

Gauntlet: When in his exo-suit both his arms have improved strength not only from better joints but also artificial muscle fibres. His gauntlets are an area of particular specialisation; made from pieces of artificially grown diamond they are harder than any other substance, this is especially designed so that an explosion cannot remove a finger or hand and render him unable to use his weapon, it also means that he can pretty much crush a skull with just one hand. His improved strength means that he can cave in an armoured vehicle door should he ever need to.

Alternate weapons:

Holdout pistol: XD-M Elite 10mm Compact w/ 11+1 round magazine. 1 additional magazine kept in pocket.

Equipment (Yours to pick- be mindful of their specialisation and class.)

Ultra light climbing harness & tools. Not usually needed when using his suit, but one never can be too careful when boarding a plane for a mission with only you're rucksack.

Hobbies: Computer games, horse riding, climbing, cooking,

Likes: Computer games, Iconoclasts, Formality, Opinion Polls, Spaghetti, Charities, Dogs,

Dislikes: Hard-and-Fast rules, Bullies, Whiny Charities, Aimlessness, French Bulldogs,

Name: Laura Anna-Sophia Zeiss

Callsign: Big Bertha

Age: 27

Apperance:

Laura is no way around this word, massive. Standing at over seven foot (7"2), her height is one thing but her power is another. Laura's workout routine has chiseled her and pushing a car over onto its side is small bother to her. Safe to say she's merciless in hand to hand- it's not cardio, but pure power, the sort a strongman would have and what she works on. Yet her like of schnitzel and wurst (the dirty jokes start here) has led to her uhh....how do we put this?

(Volume Warning)

Almost elegantly plump, the shape she has is not a lanky tall giantess but a well-rounded, unit of one. Some people even say they've truly come close to understanding just how vast her....assets are. Those people are lying, because they'd be dead if they got close and got to brag.

Remember, that's without almost 250kg of armour on. We'll get to that bit later.

Her lightly brunette hair is left flowing, and she has gentle blue eyes, as if she wasn't German enough. Her face in spite of her gigantism is relatively normal, charming even. She has a burn along her right cheek, making that much more red than her other side, ironically through a childhood. A tattoo of an Germanic heraldry Eagle is across her shoulder and back, indicative of her roots, the only ink she has chosen to have.

Outside of her armour, Laura seems to have a variety of clothing, often wearing an over-sized T-shirt and jeans, often with a pair of old military boots that are specially made for her- her choices are more limited than the rest of the team but she has plenty of choices nonetheless.

Nationality: German

Skills:

-Armoured Pyro:

Laura can take 12.7mm and even 20mm shots, small arms pinging off her suit like nothing. Taking cover behind her is a good tactic- because she can usually reply to the fire she is taking with more than enough of her own. But even more frighteningly, she can lay waste with fire to areas in front of her. While electricity, plasma or railgun based weaponry might be coming to fore, nothing scares the utter shit out of people than high-octane flamethrower juice, specially tuned by Laura.

-Brute:

Laura is relentless in CQC- she's trained in Krav Maga and to be honest, what she has made work for her to be a bear in a CQC situation. Approaching her as a non-heavy is basically a suicide mission - unless you're good, she's brutal in close quarters and doesn't let up.

-Adaptable

Laura is a tank, when suited-up and a Heavy. But out of the armor, she is still incredibly hard to take out. It would take almost a whole magazine of an AK to stop her dead without body armor she thinks, and she is very, very hard to kill indeed- almost comedically (wonder why..). This, combined with the fact that she has some level of stealth-training when unarmored means that she isn't totally useless at being quiet. Though holy shit, it's an act of comedy in itself. She's not stupid- crazy and disobedient she may be, she knows what it takes to not die and to find other ways to get the job done.

-Combat Engineer:

Laura has a certain type of specialism with explosives and engineering on the battlefield. She has lots, and lots of C4 on her person, putting the "Combat" into Combat Engineering. She has hidden it of course, to stop her from being blown apart if shot- and can pretty much take a small destroyer out with. It does go the other way too- defusing bombs is something she can do, and with a cutaway element of her gloves, she can quickly become the team's EOD. Probably for the best her ass is on the line too, most would argue.

-Armourer:

Laura acts as the team's full time armourer, . The Heavies of the team benefit for a purpose-

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History:

A daughter to a East German Stasi Colonel.

A grand-daughter to an actual SS Major.

A great-grand-daughter to a mustache-twirling Count in the German Empire.

And probably beyond that, a whole load of people who probably wheeled, dealed and killed people in Saxony for the last thousand years and did so no matter who owned them.

Laura Zeiss's family history is the sort that the more you look at it, the more it might make sense that a German girl who wants to go fight and make her own place in history makes sense. There's some bad motherfuckers in her past, literally.

Yet Laura is so, so much more than that, and from the day she was born, she literally was bigger than that.

Laura was born with a rare genetic disorder that correlates closely to gigantism, albeit without the less debilitating facts. From day one, Laura was told she'd have to work hard to overcome disability. This shaped a lot of her life- she was a flare lit, and told to enjoy life given she'd likely die early. Some would say enjoy a meaningful life, Laura interpreted that as burn as hard as you can, as fast as you can. Sometimes, as she did in her later life, literally.

She was laughed at at the private boarding school she attended in Swizterland that she was sent to by her parents at young age given her abnormality, but would often be able to beat up boys with no fuss at all. When they shredded up her dolls, she only went and burnt down their dorm. Twice. Her love for setting things alight was clear and Laura became feared, not mocked. She worked out and overrid the problems that came with gigantism by basically becoming a gym girl. Pumping iron, and building herself up. She won multiple strongwoman competitions aged 17, at which point she hit seven foot. Few women in history have been that tall, but in spite of that, she stayed relatively under the radar by choice, keeping a close circle of friends. She found herself attracted to both genders, finding that with her size and her freedom to do whatever she liked, she'd have any taste she wanted.

She remained distant from her family throughout, her siblings normal, clever, erudite little boys and girls that would party and have a normal life. Laura knew she'd never have anything like it- and hasn't kept much in contact since leaving. I mean, not a bad idea when your other nickname at school is "Commie Nazi" and Laura was not really either of those things.

Upon finishing school, she went to university in Vienna, Austria. She qualified as an Engineer, believe it or not (okay, it was Chemical Engineering, she wanted to set more shit on fire), and she got directly into the German Army as in logistics and combat engineering. She was a total misfit, but the higher ups realised that she was no good at just fixing things and blowing things up, but doing it virtually alone. Break Health and Safety rules literally in two with her bare hands, make shit happen through fear and some clever welding. A loose cannon but one that was too clever, too capable and too versatile. A few whispers in the intelligence community in Germany and after putting her through an intensive course, she was utillised as a specialist unit. And of course, such a girl could only get one callsign- Big Bertha. The artillery shell that the Allies in WW1 saw make crates like small asteroids in the Somme. She was trained in how to use heavy weaponry, and she made some herself, as well as oddly enough, learning the basics of working quietly when it was needed. Laura sometimes had to burn everything to the ground, but sometimes, for someone of her size, killing quietly is possible. In Laura's wise words, the more questions you ask about the methods a seven foot giantess needs to kill people, the more likely you might be to get them. She worked alone, and trained up on a variety of tactics, learned to depend on herself to get through any firefight. She also ended up being a bit of a craftswoman- engineering, tooling and putting together equipment for herself that she could use in combat.

She was the first recipient of a prototype THICC system, a trial run through EU defense conglomarates that while working on exos that needed a proof of concept for an armoured suit that would be less mechanical and more like a muscle-based system to improve movement. Enter a girl that literally needed heavy armour that fit that purpose- and some back and forth, she got what she wanted, exact to spec. Prior armour programmes focussing on just a giant's strength alone. And well, the rest as they say, is history. Her service record, never disclosed, revealed operations that people thought were entire special forces squad, conducted by just one crazy German. Laura was approached quietly by Skye knowing full well what a team like Raven needed- and that they could augment her ability even further. Giants are incredibly rare, military trained ones that are clever enough to engineer things, even more so. While Skye wished Laura wasn't a crazy, disobedient wildcard, you play the hand you've got before someone like Laura starts thinking of working for anyone with money.

That said, Laura isn't used in combat- she's kept as an ace in the hole, used for operations that require a flamer who can be slightly unpredictable. Rather unusually, Laura works as the team's armourer, and sets up the team's heavies primarily- putting her know-how and engineering talent to good use to also work on other aspects of the team's technical capabilities.

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Personality:

If Laura was as volatile as the flame tank she carries into the fight, she'd be blown up a long time ago. A cool collected and very efficient engineering German on one side, a wild, totally freaky girl on the other side, Laura doesn't have boundaries and isn't exactly sane. She is loud, proud, and well, does as she likes- she hates rules and frankly makes her own. While kind and nice to all those around her, it definitely comes across in a very, very odd way- but she cares from a place of heart and understands about doing the right thing. Her ingenuity is different to Skye's- she seems to be resourcesful with tools and can MacGyver things into will, usually in a very chaotic way. What can't be done with that can be done with brute force, and Laura doing violence to appliance with all her size is usually something you run for cover from. She's a great drinking friend, though it may take her a lot, the concequences are frightening of that too. Her pyromania is also quite clear, and it's almost at this point a running gag- if it moves or happens to be not a target, she's setting fire to it unless told not to. The same goes for her drive, hell, even her approach to people, it is manic and disorderly, almost as if all the power has gone to her head a bit. All aside from Skye are going to get some of her manic, oddball personality, whether it be efficient German or the full crazy big girl.

You are guaranteed fun with Laura, but holy shit, it's going to be chaotic and mad.

Tactical Suit:

The Tactical Heavy Intervention and Close Combat, or as everyone who will call it in reality, the THICC suit, is six inches of liquid body armour, nanofiber weave, kevlar and dragonskin plating backed by a titanium and carbon-fiber anti-blast membrane coating, with a loose layer of comfy fire-retardant composite and Nomex at the base. A matt black suit, though the lining is blue velvet, just to make it extra comfy. Built specifically to Laura's standards, among heavy armour suits, it's a unique propostion given it isn't as robotic or squared off, but flowy and curved...accordingly. A layer of actuated muscles help the suit out instead of an exoskeleton, though Laura does most of the lifting. An internal ventilation system airs the suit and stops it becoming as hot as the outside, though it can be battened down to CBRN standards. Armoured up it can take almost all small arms, including .50 and even a handful of 20mm rounds- the gas-mask come helmet less so, but it still offers a high level of protection.

A heavy pair of tactical boots take the weight of the suit, while a pair of heatproof armoured gauntlets woven into the suit keep her cool while using her flamethrower alongside an insulating layer on her front. The suit also has an in-built low-level AI system, built into the suit's gas mask / helmet interface, with an interactive HUD and monitoring software. The gas mask is a full face model, with an highly-armoured core and two classic holes, with a filter (think Pyro). A PDA on her arm helps with anything her blinking and voice commands won't do. A Trophy System helps with stopping projectiles that could turn her into a BBQ on feet, and a mini-missile system for light AT, AA and smoke-screen purposes.

The suit does however, translate the user inside's movements quite directly out across the suit given the liquid-gel content of the armour's anti-blast composition (ie the bit that means she can survive getting blown up). The suit is modelled on her following her proportions, no less, it amplifies it given the armour's depth. Remember what was mentioned above? Your imagination can fill the blanks, ya' filthy animals.

And yes, Laura did ask for that. The logic being, well, it's hardly like anyone outside of her team is going to know, right?

There's no obvious etchings or markings on the suit, but Laura won't tell you what there is unless you ask nicely. Or, find out the hard way...

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Weapons:

Carried:

Custom-Made Flamethrower + 2x Backpack Fuel Tanks

Shoulder-Mounted:
Trophy System (Left)
Mini-Missile System (Right)

Sidearms:
2x H&K MP7A2s

2x Unica 6 Revolvers

Equipment:

CS Gas Grenades (2x)
V40 Clsuter Frags (2x)

Hobbies: Skydiving, Weightlifting, Strongwoman Comps, Metalworking, Drinking,

Likes: Metal, Classical Music, Spontaniety, Fire, German Beer and Wurst

Dislikes: Boring People, Rules, Paperwork to do with "Collateral Claims", French Beer, IEDs wired in Sudan

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