Name: Skye Rosalind Lyons (frmr Major)

Age: 30

Nationality: Scottish

Voice Claim: Elle Newlands / Karen Gillan

Apperance:





A tall, naturally burnt 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 (an incredibly unlikely combination for a redhead), 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 tattoo of a lion across the top back of her shoulders. At 6"2, she seems to have a presence about her, taller than most women of her physique.

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 tan 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 dark-coloured combat trousers, with a pair of sturdy boots to finish the look- alternatively using a set of full fatigues that blend with the exoskeleton, containing temperature and diagnostic tools. Skye will also use a spray of dark blue paint across the top of her forehead, eyes and the side of her cheeks- an effect used to break up her facial features, as well as be a reminder of her ancestral home. 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. A rough soundclaim would be that of Karen Gillan, or Elle Newlands.

Callsign: Queen

Skills:

Born Leader: Safe to say, Skye knows how to lead a fireteam of very dysfunctional, 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 politics, 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. Coupled to her special forces training, Skye has an incredible lethality about her- she kicks in doors and runs at people, and fluidly dances on the battlefield, perhaps not as elegantly as a light, but with potency.

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 instantaneous 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, and formulate out of that- not in an academic way, but more in a practical, resolute manner. 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 chiselling 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, with a dry wit and sharp eye for detail.

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 cynicism. 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 strong, but can't be Atlas, and Skye's character is one that seems shrouded in something she won't totally unveil or show beyond her character.

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 SPEAR 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 alcoholism, 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 17 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 shouldn'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 servitude 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 assassinations 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. After all, mercenaries in the game were getting geared- and Skye made sure if the budget didn't stretch, she'd always make her own way to get her own ends and get the job done. 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: Freya Kanatariio

Age: 26

Apperance: Freya is a beautiful woman. One glance at her and you can easily tell she was blessed with the blood of angels, recieved from the breeding of two giants, no two Dragons in the mercenary industry. She stands just a few inches shy of 8 feet tall, just about 7 feet 8 inches, this being shorter then her father, and younger brother and nearly matches her mother, her bright auburn hair atop her head and her ice blue-green eyes that seem to pierce right through you. Her body is toned, incredibly so in fact as fitness and power and musculature are prized by her parents, but not to the extent of her brother's. She stands almost regal with her head of hair atop her head.

Often she can be found in breezy blouses and flowing pants, with short heeled boots when in a casual setting, face adorned with spectacles, often being pince-nez glasses for her slight far-sightedness. In a professional setting her three piece suits reign, pin-strip, or checked, often in a rich blue or sturdy grey, rarely high-heeled boots, when she wants to make even more of an impact, but often wearing flat boots, with a good tread, can never be too practical. Her work on her...toys though, in the workshop and in the lab takes her into sturdy labcoats and fire retardant outfits, often a specially designed track suit with cut, slash, stab and flame proof materials under that lab coat, hair pulled back into a tail to keep it out of the way. Can't be too safe when breaking the laws of nature.

Nationality: American/Norwegian/Russian joint citizenship

Callsign: Frigga

Skills:

Fitness - Freya was always the one in the family that pushed her limits, which means her physical fitness is greater than average a lot of the time. She can run longer and jump higher and just generally do a lot more than the average person. This is a trait that was heavily encouraged by her parents, both of them incredibly strong and fit themselves. Her mother a russian giant woman, strong and able, who captured the heart of a Norwegian/Mohican beast of a man topping nearly 8 feet himself. Both able to do feats of strength thought mythical. Her father even lifted a deuce and a half style heavy russian style truck, granted it was with the help of his armor but it's still a feat to be reckoned with. No surprise their three children took to it as well, some in their own ways. As Freya is a little more lanky and swift, retaining a certain femininity, but with all the evidence of someone who can rip doors out of their frames if they wished it.

Rigging - Freya was always tinkering, inventing and generally taking things apart. Which means she takes to engineering and rigging with a fervor only matched by her bright and inquisitive mind. This woman has a perchant for breaking the laws of nature and physics. Having taken ideas that until now organizations like DARPA and similar organizations have only scratched the surface of, and made it reality. Her armor being bleeding edge tech making her faster, harder hitting and more agile then her parents and siblings by a proverbial mile. The weapons she brings to the field are experimental but cause effects many scientific communities are still coming to grips with.

Physics - She graduated with a Ph.D in physics from Sapienze University Rome. Her knowledge of physics, from the basic to the highly complex, allow her to do many things like invent the armor she wears. This makes her potentially the highest level education in her family. Her brother having a bachelors degree, her sister a MBA, her Father several bachelors degrees and her mother, well she's a genius in her own right, but Freya didn't let anything hold her back and took on one of the hardest disciplines in science to get her PhD in.

Near eidetic Memory: A mind sharp and making sponges jealous. It's not the perfect recall of real eidetic memory, but the woman has pushed and worked hard to make it that she can remember facts and information long after she has learned it. This has come in handy both in the field when working with her siblings and parents, or in the lab, or out on patrol with members of her parents work force. A place on a map, a branch of imformation that suddenly becomes useful when at first some thought it'd be superfluous.

Calm and Collected: Despite everything some might think, Freya has a tendency to be very collected in dire straights. Taking things as they come, formulating a plan. And making sure things work out. The only people who can shatter this shell number four. And these are her family, her brother, sister and mother and father. The cacophony caused when her siblings are about can throw her into a tizzy easy. And her mother and father, well she loves them to bits and can become a really daddys girl in moments, and kowtow to her mother in seconds. As is only proper.

History: Freya was born into the Kanatariio family, the family of monsters and war, Her mother Natalie Denisova, later Kanatariio was a giant goddess of a woman, strong, confident, almost without peer. Freya's father, Victor Kanatariio, a mountain of muscle and determination, never able to give up or go backwards. She was the eldest of the three, which gave her the chance to both learn from her parents, her uncles. From her parents, she learned the art of war and combat, as well as tactics and strategy. From her uncles, she learned all about Private Mercenary Companies, the industry and all the intricate details that go along with them. It was like growing up among gods and demi-gods. Her Uncles, well technically not really her uncles. Carl and Nolan, were the first Military Juggernaut units in the world. A pair that spawned thousands of others across the world in later years when the effectiveness they showed gave rise to companies in Russia, The middle east, Europe and Canada. They all helped to shape and groom the young lady into a fiery woman.

That, combined with the fact she was enrolled in Sapienza to reach her highest academic potential meant that Freya was ready to join the fray at a very young age. Her parents weren't always sure it was wise, but they trusted her judgement and ability and sent her on her way. And it was a decision they would come to regret and praise in equal parts. She joined up in the Youth Corp of BlueSword Inc, the PMC her mother and father took over after their years of service. And her Uncles helped to run as well after being drummed out of the militaries they served in. She learned at the foot of their desks, Carl's line infantry back ground and Nolan's special services. His fathers large force and special operations back ground and his mothers brutal take no prisoners back ground. She learned alot.

Couple this with her work in experimentation and tinkering she became her own woman. Fast. Delving into the nature of energy and matter. Physics and cutting even bleeding edge weaponry and energy research. Taking the foundation of her parents and surrogate uncles, she made her own heavy armor, to help shape the next generation of super heavies.

Personality:

Freya is determination personified sometimes. Anything to get it done RIGHT! Measure 20 times and cut once so that it can't come back. Her on the mission persona is all about making sure what ever is in her way won't come back to haunt them later. She's known for her Scorched Earth policy. She will burn everything to the foundation, and salt the earth so the cartel or PMC or other BBEG can't come back and use it again.

Outside of that Freya is a quiet, calm and caring individual. She likes her morning and evening tea, will spend some time dipping a biscotti in it, reading a book or chatting with teammates. Her language is intersperced with old military terms and barracks lingo. She grew up around mercenaries. But having spent long enough to get a PhD her lexicon is very academic too. She can be prim, and proper, and even like the iconic lab rat gushing over some new scientific article.

An interesting dichotomy.

Tactical Suit: The Gjallarhorn Armor is Freya's own creation. It was the result of months of research and testing, using her knowledge of physics to push the limits of engineering. Her invention, an optical cloaking device, which she named the Third Hallow, enabled her to become nearly invisible when the armor was activated, a state she maintained with extreme concentration and focus. This, combined with the cutting edge armor and shielding, provides her a layer of protection that translates to survivability out in the battlefield. The armor rides that very edge of being science fact and science fiction. Reactive plates and Kevlar and ceramic matrices, make it cutting edge. But then these common modern elements ride beside shield emitters and directed energy deterrent lances. All at the same time allowing Freya to move with a pace that past heavy operators could only hope for.

Weapons:

Main Armament - An AEW-G48-Beta energy weapon. The primary aspect of this advanced rifle was an energy weapon with advanced targeting capabilities, enabling the user to target multiple objects at once and fire with precision accuracy and control. Th first iteration of the weapon was geared towards infantry combat and spat an ionified path of particles before sending a high power high energy tracer of charged energy down it, like a battle rifle firing a pocket of lightning. The Beta version though has three settings. The original setting stands, but two more have been added, one super charges the bolt, and is great for armored targets as when the bolt hits it super heats the target, and can cook anything inside it, and blow out it's electronics. The second new setting creates one of her surrogate aunties favorite moments. And Frey would admit she likes it too. A surge of lightning, that can slough through almost any armor plating. Makes one unholy mess.

Secondary Armament - A Starbreaker Hammer, a type of medieval club built for melee and combat. It's heavy and the solid iron head can be crushing even the strongest armor plates. Made from carbon reinforced steel on the handle and a heavy osmium-depleted uranium head. With an attachable cable to return to Freya's hand after she throws the darn thing. Many a wall or a vehicle has almost been cored after she tossed the thing over hand at it.

Tertiary Armament - The Suns Core, a plasma based new age answer to, "Do pyro weapons really work?" Gathering ambient material, and super heating it in a special mounted furnace, it's then spat out in a thick spray of material that burns hotter then napalm and white phosphorus, and stays hot far longer. Area denial with a lasting effect. Many a bad guy has found themselves doused with the stuff and never been rescued to tell their story.

Support Gear - Freya carries a selection of grenades to both distract and incapacitate enemies before she moves in for the kill.

Equipment

- Freya also had a selection of medical equipment, both for herself and for others, stored in her armor, kit bag or stored separately.

- Her optical cloaking device, a prototype with few other copies in the world. This thing takes alot of energy to power, and her suit core can either power her weapons or power the cloaking device not both. Stealth heavy she is not, as her suit still makes noise and the cloaking field doesn't hide that.

- She has a comms system that allows her to communicate with her team or hold conversations on the go.

- Her helmet is fitted with a HUD, allowing her to track nearby objects and enemies."

Hobbies:

Freya spends alot of time in the lab. She lives on science and physics experimentation. If she can break the laws of nature she'll do it.

When in her offtime she likes to read everything from fiction to historical studies.

She enjoys the art of bonsai as well. Having no less then 20 well tended bonsai trees in her room.

Likes:

Pushing the horizons of science

Her family, despite also hating her siblings. She loves them totally. Making her a major daddy's girl. She can become a mewling kitten for him.

Dislikes:

Undocumented work, "The world runs on a paper trail you idiot!"

Unsolicitated advances, "Keep your hands to yourself or lose them. This is your only warning." This is often backed up by her brother Jamie suplexing the person who just tried to cop a feel.

Name: Samantha Dalton
Nickname: Sam, Sammy
Callsign: “Chaos”
Team position: Female Light to Medium Operator

Nationality: American
Age: 26
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 115 pounds
Birthday: May 23 Gemini
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Cis Heterosexual
Piercings, Tattoos, Scars: She has a full color sleeve of tattoos on her right arm. Her ears have three piercings.

Appearance:
Sam is 5 feet 4 inches tall. She is short but has long lean toned muscles. She has a dark almost black hair that is cut short, shaved on the sides, and long on top. Her hair is dyed a silver color on top with dark roots. She is a beautiful woman of mixed heritage. Her mother was of Hispanic origin and her father was white. She tans easily and can blend in almost anywhere not that she tries to.

Samantha is often seen in casual clothes such as jeans, sneakers, and t-shirts. She loves her jeans and basic black but will often be seen sporting something in bright colors. When she dresses up, its always an edgy look with a modern flair. She reserves heels for special occasions. She prefers shoes she can move in easily. When she is working on the computer, you will find her in leggings and a t-shirt curled up cross legged in her special desk chair. When she is in the workshop, you will find her typically wearing a coverall, over jeans and a tank top, with steel toed boots. She loves being a grease monkey but does not appreciate the toll getting clean takes on her skin. Mechanics gloves are her friends. She has several pair in multiple bright colors. You can often tell her mood based on what color she is wearing.

Skills:
Parkour: Sam was a runner. She had a high metabolism coupled with ADHD. She had excess energy to burn most days. Her single mechanic father encouraged her to try anything that help wear her out so he could keep up with her. She took to anything that let her go faster craving speed. She was demon on a skateboard by the time she was 10. She added parkour running to her routine in her preteens. The rough streets of Los Angeles California were her playground. She had increased endurance, flexibility, and agility for her efforts.

High IQ: Sam was evaluated for learning disabilities when she was failing to meet social and emotional standards in kindergarten. She was quickly diagnosed as having Attention Deficit and Hyperactivity Disorder and a very high IQ. Sam had a photographic memory. She could read something once and remember it. She tested into the genius range. Unfortunately for her father, medication didn’t help her ADHD. Sam worked with a therapist to learn coping mechanisms to keep her focused. A side effect was she could easily fall into a hyper-focused state if she liked the subject matter. This gives her an edge when she is hacking. She can tune out all distractions as her world narrows to what she is working on. By the time Samantha was 22 she had degrees in Computer Science and Mechanical Engineering.

Hacking: Sam was introduced to computers at a very young age. Her high IQ attracted schools and companies hoping to take advantage of her brainpower. They wanted something from her of course. She would oblige them but never for free. She worked with tech startups to help them develop new software. She had learned coding online and was working on the dark web by the time she was a preteen. She can make a computer sing, draw a picture, and erase any signs she was there after signing the picture and posting it to Times Square. It was rare that she couldn’t get a computer to do what she wanted it to.

Sniping: Learning firearms was something that did not come naturally to Samantha. She has excellent hand and eye coordination. Hitting the target was never the problem. It is hard to learn a skill where you must sit still and be patient when all you want to do is move. Samantha is an excellent shot but does not have the patience to sit and wait for a target. She is great for short periods as a backup overwatch sniper.

Mechanical Engineering: Sam’s father owned his own autobody shop. She learned to be a grease monkey from her dad. She had loved learning how to fix cars from him. With her IQ, she learned quickly. She loved when her father got to customize a ride. She began to learn the fine art of customization. She liked the challenge of a puzzle and figuring out how to make it go faster and turn better. Samantha was fascinated with vehicles of all sorts. She learned how to work on all kinds of vehicles even military proprietary ones. She has a master's degree in mechanical engineering.

Vehicular Specialist: Sam had wicked fast reflexes. She also loved to go fast. To her you only drive or fly faster, higher, and harder. She first developed piloting skills as a child as she hacked into the military’s flight simulators and drone’s programs. She had her pilot’s license for a small plane at 14 years old. Her father wouldn’t sign off on her learning any sooner. She could fly a helicopter or a plane and drive anything with wheels. If you can fix it you can break it. She could figure out a way to sabotage any vehicle.

Close Combat Specialist: Sam grew up in a tough neighborhood. The public school system didn’t know what to do with her. She was pretty much kicked out of public school by the time she was in 3rd grade. Her mother had died when she two. Her single father owned an auto shop and worked long hours trying to put a roof over their heads. He struggled to parent his special needs child. Sam ended up attending an online school. To meet her PE requirements, he signed her up for martial arts classes. He traded lessons for car maintenance to the dojo’s owner to afford it. Sam learned Aikido, Judo, Kendo, and Kali. She excelled in these skills and quickly became the dojo’s prize pupil. Sam could handle anything with a blade. Almost anything could be used as thrown weapon. She was wicked fast and fearless in combat when it was up close and personal. Men might be stronger, taller, and have a longer reach than her, but she knew exactly how to counter that. They had to be faster than she was. Not many were.

Linguistics: Samantha’s IQ, curiosity, and photographic memory meant learning new languages were easy for her. She was fluent in English, Spanish, Japanese, French, Arabic, Pashto, Turkish, Hebrew, Swahili, German, and Russian.

Family:
Father: Jake Dalton Deceased
Mother: Maria Lopez Deceased
Adopted Grandmother: Kameko Takahashi
Adopted Grandfather: Ryuji Takahashi Deceased

History:
Sam was born in Los Angeles, California. Her parents were not dirt poor but living in LA was expensive. Her father owned his own automotive shop. He worked as a mechanic in the shop. He did repairs and customizations when he could get the work. Her mother died when she was two. Her mother had been a nurse. Sam was grateful for her photographic memory, or she would have no memory of her mother. Her family lived in a section of town riddled with gangs and violence because that is where they could afford to live. Sam’s father did his best to keep up with her. She was always in trouble growing up. She had an insatiable curiosity and the intelligence to explore it.

The public school system couldn’t keep up with her. She was failing to hit social emotional learning markers in kindergarten and was a disruptive influence in the classroom. She was unable to sit still and was constantly out of her chair and wandering the classroom. The school had her tested and she was diagnosed with Attention Deficit and Hyperactivity Disorder. They were almost sure she was a high functioning on the autism spectrum. She had such a high IQ they left that off. Medication to help her ADHD didn’t help. She had to work with e cognitive behavioral therapist to learn coping mechanisms that would allow her to focus. They discovered she could fall into a hyperfocus state where she would work on the problem that excited her till her task was completed. She would tune out the world around her and her focus would narrow to her computer, or the movement her body made. This made her especially gifted in learning martial arts and hacking.

She learned quickly and was far ahead of her fellow students. The public school system didn’t have the resources to build a program just for her. Fortunately for her, her IQ attracted private schools that were willing to provide scholarships. The winner was an experimental online school where she could take classes as fast as she wanted to go. Her online lessons only took her about 3 hours to complete each day. Which left her with a lot of free time. She spent a lot of time outside the shop learning to skateboard. She started running with her father when she was 8 years old. She slowly outpaced her father and liked to push herself physically. She fell in with a local parkour group and bounced off walls and flipped over rails happily in the urban jungle of Los Angeles.

There was a local martial arts dojo across from her father’s auto shop. The owner Mr. Takahashi and his wife agreed to trade lessons for their auto repair and maintenance. Mrs. Takahashi became a surrogate mother to Sam. Sam would find herself taking lessons from the couple and it was Kameko who taught her what it was to be a woman. Her father was grateful he didn’t have to tackle puberty alone. Kameko was a soothing influence on his wild child. Kameko was the one who managed to instill some form of discipline and manners into Samantha.

Samantha came to the attention of the military establishment very young in life. She hacked the US military’s mainframe servers one day when she was ten. She was bored and wanted to learn to fly jet planes. She wanted something realistic. The game version of flight simulators while fun, wouldn’t really teach her to fly a jet. She was still learning coding and was good enough to hack into NATO but not hide her tracks. She helped them fix the holes in their cybersecurity for an expunged record. Uncle Sam kept an eye on Sam and when she finished college, they recruited her.

Samantha was recruited by the CIA. She was a top white hat hacker and analyst. She was not satisfied with office work though. She applied for field work and threw herself into training. This is where she learned stealth and how to use disguises. This is where Sam learned about guns. Sam doesn’t do anything part way. She was deadly with a pistol. She was good with a long gun too but too impatient to be a truly skilled sniper. She was at her best up close and personal or behind a keyboard or steering wheel. Her ability to learn languages helped her in the field. She was a top tier operator in infiltration. Then her world imploded.

She was overseas on a mission when she learned that her father had been killed in a terrorist bombing on American soil. He was attending a baseball game with Mr. Takahashi. The two of them had become close friends through the years. She came home to deal with her father’s affairs. She was angry. She had spent the last four years of her life trying to prevent the very type of thing that had taken her last living relative from her. Sam personally hacked into the investigation records. She didn’t sleep or eat for almost 48 hours while she sought out the name of the group responsible for her father’s death. They were a new group of homegrown terrorists unhappy with the current politics in America. She tracked them back to a backwoods basecamp in the wilds of Tennessee. They were one of those American Militia groups who thought Uncle Sam was tramping on their personal rights.

Sam did what she could to disrupt their operations, but she was just one person. She knew she would need help to take them out. She learned that they were being protected by the company as an asset for chatter on illegal military grade weapons for sale. Samantha was furious that the agency she worked for would cover for a group that had killed their citizens. The deeper she dug the more corruption she found with ties to politicians and leaders in law enforcement agencies. Samantha quit the CIA and began looking for a new group to work with whose mission would align with her goals. It was at this point that the Raven Squad came to her attention. After extensive research into their background what little she could find, they hid their tracks well. She felt they would be a good partner for the corruption she had found. She trained hard to pass the Gantlet entrance test. It was the hardest test she had ever taken but she passed. She joined them.

Personality:
Samantha was a wild child. She was an adrenaline junkie to her core. She would always want to go faster. She was driven and liked to push herself. She liked pushing boundaries to see how far she could go. She embraced life and jumped into experiences whole heartedly. She loved to laugh. She loved music. You would often find her head bobbing to some tune as she worked under the hood or on something on her workbench. She was just as likely to kiss you as she was to punch you when she was excited about something. She was unpredictable and you never knew what she was going to do next. Samantha believed in work hard play harder. Samantha would hold a grudge. Don’t get her on bad side because she would eventually get even when you least expect it.

Tactical Suit:



Samantha’s tactical suit was designed with her support role in mind. It has an integrated helmet that interfaces with any vehicle she is operating. The helmet has a HUD built into it with cameras that give her a 360-degree view of what is happening around her. Hidden in the cowl at the neck are the ports that link into the onboard oxygen system she uses when flying jets. The latest design has connections for portable oxygen tanks as well that can be worn in a backpack. There are carbon dioxide and air filtration scrubbers built into her suit after the neurotoxin scare. The suit can be sealed and pressurized to help prevent biological attacks from working. She can wear it to dive underwater but not to any great depth or into space. The armor is a layered design. There is an inner lining that is soft against the skin and moisture wicking. This base layer has sensor that read vital signs. The ballistic gel in the middle is embedded with circuitry for climate control. The gel will help stop bullets but it also acts a cooling and heating system for the armor. The outer layer is a tough lightweight bulletproof material. The armor won’t stop a high caliber round but will stop small rifle and handgun fire like a bullet proof vest. The newest version of the armor has a heavier hard shell armor over vital areas. This heavier hard shell armor is made of a lightweight ceramic and metallic alloy composite material that is very durable, lightweight, and strong. The armor allows for great flexibility and ease of movement while providing Sam with protection for up to 50 caliber bullets if she is hit on the heavy plate armor. Her helmet has a powerful onboard computer AI named Bob that allows her to interface with the navigation and weapons systems on the vehicles she is operating. Her suit gloves contain a haptic interface that allow her to hack systems while running and fighting. There is a leather knife bandolier that wraps around her abdomen region. A utility belt supports the holster for her handgun with multiple utility pouches for extra ammo, hacking gear, small first aid kit, and whatever else she felt like carrying that day. Her suit was designed to give her as much protection possible without hindering her ability to be fast and effective in the field. The suit would save her life but that didn’t mean getting shot wouldn’t hurt. If she did get shot, she would have bruised and maybe broken ribs depending on the caliber.

Weapons:
Preferred Handgun: P365 Sig Sauer It is a nice dependable pistol with a more compact design that fits her smaller hands better.
Preferred Long Gun: Her preferred long gun is a custom sniper rifle along the lines of the Dragnov. It is made of new lightweight materials that allow for a more compact design without sacrificing distance or accuracy. This makes it perfect for her use in more urban settings and for quick overwatch situations where she doesn’t have time to set up a sniper’s nest. The gun matches her ability and attitude.
Preferred Rifle: Her preferred automatic rifle is the M4A1 Carbine. It was designed for close combat and be quickly modified in the field to switch to a shotgun configuration or grenade launcher. It can be switched from semi-automatic to automatic.

Knives: She has a set of custom-made fighting knives that fit into sheaths along her forearms. They are made to fit her arm and her Kali fighting style. She carries 8 slender almost spike like throwing knives. She has a longer combat knife that fits into a sheath on her boot.
Set of collapsible asps: She carries two collapsible asps as a backup in case she looses her custom knives or doesn’t want to kill a foe.

Equipment:
She has a tactical backpack that carries her hacking gear which includes a custom built rig with lightning fast speed, a 10 terabyte solid state drive, secure encrypted satellite uplink, dedicated graphics, and a case hardened against EMP. Additional gear includes a variety of cables that allow her to plug her laptop into various types of data ports from servers to cell phones to vehicles. If it can be hacked and mobile, its in her backpack. She carries two backup portable solid state drives with an additional 100 terabytes of space. She carries two pairs of extra ear buds, electrical tape, a variety of screwdrivers, wire strippers, and a multitool.

She has a small roll-up toolkit that can be hung from her tactical backpack. It has a set of adjustable wrenches, a rubber mallet, flexile head socket set, mechanics gloves, rags, flashlight, a collapsible funnel, a small portable torch, and small handheld drill.

Hobbies:
When she is not off being badass, she likes to bake. It is something that allows her to be creative and her mind roam free. It doesn’t hurt that she can eat whatever she wants. Her metabolism is so fast she burns calories easily. Don’t be surprised when she shows up with cookies or a decorated cake.

Being an adrenaline junkie, her idea of fun is skydiving, bungee jumping, base jumping, paragliding, hang gliding, flying ultralights, and skateboarding.

Likes:
- Rock & roll and classical music
- Sweets
- Dancing
- Art
- Sushi

Dislikes:
- Anyone who calls her baby. She is no one’s baby.
- Being late
- Lies
- Fake People
- Candy Corn “I mean really who eats that stuff!”
- Alcohol and drugs “I like my mental faculties intact thank you.”

Name: Dr. Iller 'Stafford' Boxer

Age: 47

Team position: Male Light Sniper/Scout
Appearance:

Iller, the obviously more senior man, stands at a lithe 5'10 with an erect posture and square shoulders. His neatly clipped haircut is ginger-brown with the occasional white hair peppering his scalp. The hair is complemented by a smart and gentlemanly moustache and clipped beard. His singular dark blue eye gazes softly at the world around him, topped by a pair of large, continuously furrowed, pair of bushy eyebrows.

His right eye is marred shut. A gaunt and sunken pit where his eye might once have been. Forced shut by a large jagged knot of scar tissue. This scar runs diagonally from the centre of his forehead to the left side of his face, even with the corner of his mouth.

He holds himself with an air of grace and a quiet viciousness, that of a man settled into his reality and comfortable with his place in the world but still more than happy to deal with those in his way. On his left shoulder he has a tattoo of some kind of regimental badge. Besides that tattoo his skin is unpierced and unmarred, only broken up by a vicious knot of scarring on his abdomen, seemingly from some kind of stab wound long ago.

Nationality: British (Possesses a vaguely Mancunian accent.)

Callsign: Stafford

Skills:
Handgun Mastery: Thought highly proficient with most weapons he struggles to use right handed standard-ejecting rifles, due to his lack of a right eye. Due to this at close or medium range he is incredibly skilled with handguns, of all varieties. Though far from the best marksman on the team, he is more than capable with his revolvers. Even skilled enough to be able to safely and effectively dual-wield them at close range.
Marksman: Stafford is highly trained in the maintenance, operation, and effective usage of long-range sniper rifles. Especially his personal long-range weapon.
Quarterstaff Mastery: Though a slightly unconditional carry Dr. Boxer is highly trained in fighting with a quarterstaff. He can operate and fight with it incredibly effectively. Being known to easily dispatch multiple assailants with relative ease at a close range.
Reconnaissance & Communications Expert: Iller is a highly trained scout, and therefore is capable of surviving on his own in a hostile environment for some time. Combined with training in unconditional combat, such as jungle and tundra combat areas. An extension of this is experience with all other duties of a scout including being well experienced with reconnaissance, and having more than ebough experience to operate Personal Ultra-high Range Communications, and to effectively utilise pong range communications.
Charismatic: Dr. Boxer is often described as incredibly charming. Being a naturally likable character, combined with good manners, and a very good understanding of how to get people to do what he wants means he is more than capable of getting even the most stubborn hard-ass to get along with him. He also utilises his doctorate is social psychology to understand how people think and various group dynamics.
Unempathetic and Mission-driven: no matter how friendly and gentlemanly he may present himself, in the end his only real motive is to get the job done and be paid. He doesn't really care what he or others have to do to achieve that. That applies to the most extreme degree.

History: Iller Boxer was the only child of the reclusive Guymon P. Boxer, and his wife Angela. Count Guymon Boxer was the sole heir of the Boxer fortune. Old money that was formed through some form of historical unscrupulous activity, long forgotten by the public. Angela, Guymon's beloved wife, and Iller's mother would die giving birth to the infant. Fortunately he would grow up to be a fit young boy. However, much to his father's chagrin Iller would grow up to be a troublesome and mischievous boy. Due to this it was decided that Iller would be put into full-time schooling. He was sent off at the young age of 6 to a prestigious boarding school near the Manchester area, where he would grow up in full-time schooling until age 17 when he would be freed to attend college.

After breezing through school and then college, the young Boxer would face his first academic adversity upon entry as an undergraduate to the infamously gruelling Imperial college. However he would quickly excel in his chosen field of psychology, and would go on to complete a master's, and then a doctorate. After this using his family's connections, he would garner a commission into the Army, eventually joining his first choice of regiment: Queen Elizabeth's own Royal Lancers. Here he would happily spend the next 8 years serving as a commander of a light infantry reconnaissance unit before applying to join UKSF. Here he would continue to serve for another 7 years with an exemplary record. Until about a year and a half ago when, using the high-status and numerous connections his long career and familial nobility garnered him, he was invited to join the mysterious Raven Squad unit.

Personality: outwardly he may seem like a friendly intellectual, inwardly he is quite the opposite. Though not actively cruel and sadistic he is definitely uncaring and vicious. He finds it advantageous to be liked and to have connections (of which he has a lot, given his status and experience). His own qualms with 'immoral' actions are how others might perceive him. However in the face of danger, or failure, these concerns quickly go out the window. Overall he is ruthless, calculating, and unafraid to use whatever advantage he can to exploit his opponents. While not disloyal, he feels no strong allegiance to anyone other than the group that aligns with his goals the closest.

Tactical Suit:

Stafford's tactical suit is a menagerie of different pieces of cannibalised equipment expertly hewn-together for his specific needs. His ballistic helmet is capable of reflecting small arms fire from anything weaker than a 10mm round straight to the face. It contains an impressive sensor array including: an in-build digitised sight-system; rear-view capabilities; sound-amplifiers & dampeners; limited satellite communications ability; retractable radio communications antenna; limited radar ability; and solar charging. The suit has a small-scale integrated exo-skeleton, which helps him carry slightly heavier loads as well as hit slightly harder, but overall makes no significant change. However the lower half of the exo-skeleton have been removed and replaced with a far more heavy duty set of cybernetics, which allow him to travel on foot at speeds of up to 40 mph for distances up to 20 miles. They also allow him go unscathed from longer falls than normal, and act to help him stay balanced and stable no matter the terrain. This is all complemented by light torso armouring, some in-built chest webbing and storage pouches and finally a thermal-dampening, insulatory, water-proofed, and adaptive camouflaged cloak.

Weapons:







Equipment:
• Advanced battle HUD, with pertinent operation info, an in-built camera, and a camera over his right eye wirelessly linked to an implant in his ocular nerve to help eliminate depth perception issues.
• Aforementioned camouflage, or 'ghillie' cloak.
• Scout monocular/rangefinder.
• Various signal flares/smoke grenades.
• Compass and (if possible) maps of the area, and (again if possible) information on the locals and their primary language. At least to some degree, even if limited.
• Canteen with in-built filtration system.
• Compressed aerosolised paint (miniaturised high-tech spray-paint).

Hobbies: Dr. Boxer spends most of his free-time reading, often about scientific research, and researching whatever takes his fancy. He is also an avid rugby player and frequent cigar enjoyer.

Likes:
• Port.
• Cats.

Dislikes:
• Squeaky doors.
• Velvet.
• Modern churches.
• Not achieving his goals.
• Unnecessarily cantankerous people

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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 by last time. 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 wore 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: Asim Badir

Age: 36 looks to be in his late 20's

Nationality: American/Spanish/Arabic.

Callsign: Ogre



Asim stands a bit shorter than most other heavy troopers, barely reaching the height of 6’10 he makes up for it by being built like a steel wall even before the enhancements. A stern contrast to both his parents that barely make it to 5’ but make up for it with personalities that are vibrant and passionate. Although mostly clean shaven from head to toe he occasionally does sport jet black hair when it does get a little long. One would also notice significant scarring over his left arm and shoulder, both from combat and medical procedures.

Occasionally when you don’t find him in his black under suit that helps him keep cool with his massive bulk, one can find him lounging around in gym wear with his favorite yellow tank top that says “average joes” across it. When working in the lab he will always take the proper PPE in the form of some sort of lab coat or sealed air suit. He can be formal just not as much as some of his peers, likely switching between his military dress uniforms or a simple vest, button up shirt and slacks combo.

History: Asim was born healthy into a large loving family that cared deeply for their community and helped others. Asim spent many days throughout his childhood volunteering and helping those around him with his family, from the homeless to the elderly it didn’t matter. He has several siblings but the one he always found himself gravitating toward was his older brother, he was always sick in some way always needing to stay in the hospital for extended periods. Even before he was done in school he knew he wanted to be a doctor and initially signed up in the military after school to be a combat medic and then slowly drifting over to learning more about CBRN.

Through his willingness to help and drive to thrive, he found that it took little time for him to adapt to his new surroundings. He made it up the ranks of enlisted quickly learning and growing through his training both as a soldier and a medic. Growing close to his squad over the years really opened him up to be a carefree individual knowing when and where it was appropriate to be a bit relaxed and caring for others no matter the injury.

His last mission was heart breaking, they were tasked with extricating some local villagers that gave them a significant amount of local intelligence. His team were able to extract the villagers from the town but were ambushed on the way out. The situation quickly turned into a mass CAS with most of the friendly forces being killed or disabled before the QRF could get to them. Asim saved many others despite his own injuries until he passed out from blood loss.

When he came too he was in a hospital, his left eye was gone and they were not sure if he was going to be able to recover his ability to use his left arm. But a few suits told him of a deal he could either retire receive his medals and live out the rest of his life or get the opportunity to be a soldier again. He didn’t hesitate to sign up for the project.

That was 6 years ago and a lot has changed, the process involved genetic engineering and a lot of surgeries, cybernetic implants, and new cloned organs. The first year was just going through recovery and psychological processing to make sure it worked and didn’t turn him into a monster. He spent his time reading and researching, it was becoming increasingly easier to remember subjects he read about and understand the concepts they were talking about. Eventually he found himself working with some of the scientists with the serum they were giving him while he went through his recovery and became more and more acclimated to his new body and the things it could do.

After he recovered and entered back into active service, he has been with special operations units since then, he started a pharmaceutical company with his family that has been doing very well. With his incite and breakthrough in the medical world Asim was even able to solve his brother’s medical condition and many others. Although his name is not listed in the files or patents he still feeds information on the things he creates for medical use to their company. Making them one of the largest companies in a very short time. Priding themselves on making the lives of humanity easier and pushing out the average life span even further.

Personality - Asim is friendly and caring with an almost obsessive need to continually better himself and his craft. He will always have your back if you befriend him and is always up for a good fight. Having a crude and often dark sense of humor paired with his wit has led to some interesting jokes and stories. It is hard to get him in a low mood as he is always smiling and trying to help those around him.

Skills:

CBRN – Specializing in chemical, biological, radiological, and nuclear threats and how to deal with them. His secondary mission focus on any and all outings he is the team’s expert on how to quickly and safely deal with any of the related hazards or weapons, from neutralizing chemicals to defusing dirty bombs and working with civilians to evacuate or navigate the hazard. As well as identifying the most well-known hazardous materials and how to treat quickly and effectively those that become injured by the substance.

Can’t stop won’t stop – Asim is incredibly strong and because of his “stunted” height has a bit better mechanical leverage than his peers, he is not the fastest but has stamina and willpower to press on no matter what can push him through most any obstacle. Even In his full combat suit with no power he can still push through and keep moving where others would be stuck in place.

Biomechanical engineering – Being one of the foremost leaders in his field does grant him several benefits and lots of funding. Most of his peers are off base but he still has several people that both help him with the logistics of getting in and out of his suit and making new and ever more potent drugs and cybernetic implants. He himself is sporting several implants including things that aid his basic bodily functions and a cybernetic left eye. He has made several drugs and cybernetics for the civilian market that has saved a lot of people and increased their general wellbeing. He also uses this skill for his weapon modifications.

Mutant Juice – Asim has a super soldier serum coursing through his veins. He volunteered for the program 6 years ago and was one of 10 that survived without debilitating injuries. This mutant juice as he calls it because the name for it is long and complicated gives him even more enhanced strength and stamina than he already had. It also gave him several other things his cybernetic enhancements support this includes enhanced sight, toxin resistance, cellular regeneration giving him an increased healing factor, increased intelligence, and he doesn’t need to sleep anymore which he thinks is not a positive out of everything. Even with these enhancements and organ redundancies he is not superhuman. All these things do is require more upkeep and make him very hard to kill no matter what he is wearing. On top of this the number of calories he must consume to support his bulk combined with the near constant need for physical exercise means he doesn’t have a lot of free time.

Heavy munitions – Asim has been trained with nearly every type of heavy munition from ship mounted Gatling guns to rocket launchers and rail guns. Not only does this make him able to adapt to the given situation but it allowed him to customize his suit into what effectively makes it a land battleship in some respects. His suit is somewhere between a tactical suit and a small mech, giving him the ability to change out his load out to the given situation even salvaging and using weapons he finds in the field if he has too. this includes the ammunition types he uses as he is known for using mild hallucinogens' in his armament as he has been quoted saying before "Geneva conventions? more like Geneva suggestions."

Tactical Suit:



His Armored Weapons Platform is the result of massive amounts of financing and engineering. The first one off the line for super heavy combat suits. It’s powered by dual miniature reactors and customized to his specifics. Sporting several different weapons fired by both the user and onboard systems, the electronic warfare and sensor suite from the suite can see things the user never would and protect it from outside interference. Holding enough computer power for up to two Virtual Intelligence’s or one Artificial intelligence along with everything else.

The armor of this craft can shrug off, ricochet, and shatter rounds up to 20mm due to its unique make up and angling. inter laced shielding paired with exotic regenerative armor can weather most any storm. Inertia dampeners help shrug off the momentum of enemy projectiles and even the multiple layers of internal shielding and sealed pressure suits on the wearer provide ample safety to the user from all threats. This beast of a machine can survive and thrive in deep water pressures, complete vacuums, and radioactive wastelands. It’s not the fastest thing around but the added jump jets do aid in its maneuverability but only slightly.

Weapons:

Main gun – Hand Held – GE Vindicator IV Heavy Machine Gun, a rapid firing weapon designed for suppression and anti-infantry / light vehicles. The rounds from this weapon are coated in his signature mild hallucinogenic, the toxin breaks down easily after being exposed to the elements but if caught in the blood stream quickly produces vivid auditory and visual hallucinations for about an hour or two.

Left Shoulder Mounted - Aegis VI rocket pod, a bulky but effective shoulder mounted rocket launcher, mostly used for anti armor purposes can fire custom loadouts of rockets and missiles. Can use targeting information from squad members to find targets.

Right Shoulder Mounted – M50 Light Mortar, ammunition consist of basic fragmentation rounds, smoke grenade launcher of various colors, and tear gas canisters.

Melee – ZD-37 Can Opener – reactor assisted electric power fist with a cutting tool quickly makes short work of heavy fortifications and thick metal, very easily can crush or smash through objects.

Note – All of his projectiles are designed to break down easily and harmlessly over time back into the environment. Some larger rounds even have bio engendered seeds from the local vegetation to spread recovery efforts in war torn areas.

Equipment:
- Asim’s Helmet has an advanced HUD that his VI uses to display relevant battlefield information and targeting assistance.

- Advanced Virtual Intelligence “Rose” assists him on and off the battlefield.

- Extra meal rations and Medical supplies in spare compartment.

- Sensor suite that scans the environment for any CBRN hazards and biological life signs.

- Communications relay that also has a forward facing camera so others can see what he is seeing.

- Holographic projector, the projector is used to strike fear in those effected by his hallucinogenic compound. once dispersed the projector produces an image that makes him look like a red eyed demon.

Hobbies:
Working out and eating vast amounts.
sewing, enjoys slowing down and helps him with his fine dexterity.
lab work, some times when he's bored or out of inspiration he will make things for people or create ever more powerful alcoholic drinks.
meditation, closest thing he can get to sleep.

Likes:
-Drugs and Alcohol - most of the drugs he takes are hallucinogenic and help him relax and "dream" sort of, the alcohol is always fun especially in good company.
-Warm food and warm people.
-Keeping tabs on his family he still writes them letters.
-Metal and rock music.
-Any time spent outside.
-Being helpful to others.

Dislikes:
-Drugs and Alcohol, its a love hate relationship although he doesn't suffer negative impacts from them his body is very well adapted to getting rid of toxins and any drug or alcohol use is quickly out of his system.
-people messing with his work
-getting hungry
-rude people
-destruction of nature
-needless suffering

Theme Song:
DragonForce Soldiers of the Wastelands

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 stands 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 when it’s his turn.

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 Artemis, 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 the enemy'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.

That’s the official story, at least.

When everything was over, Xan was hailed as a hero, a title he pushed back against and still refuses to acknowledge. Regardless how he felt, the incident gave him a lot of attention, and 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 jump packs, 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, but 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. It can also alternator between several different kinds of views such as therm and night vision.

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. It allows his accuracy to remain high even under extreme stress and even counter some of his weapon’s recoil for a more consistent bullet spread.

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.

Mamaragan: Sometimes the best option is to call down some lightning, and this high powered taser fashioned to Xander’s right arm does just that. While its range is limited as the retractable probes can only go a few feet, Xander can crank the voltage up as high as he needs to take down a target or fry a system. Assuming his suit has enough energy to support it.

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:
When there’s down time the two most common things you’ll find Xander doing are tinkering with his gear, or orchestrating pranks on the other squad members.

If inspiration hasn’t struck in those regards, he’ll usually default to playing some sort of video game or flying one of the many aircrafts stored at the base. (Assuming the hangar staff let him.)

But on rare occasions where Xander just needs to shut out the world and turn off his brain, he can be found playing the piano where one is available.

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

Dislikes:
-People without a sense of humor.
-Selfishness/”Lone Wolf” types.
-Prolonged CQC.
-White Chocolate.

Name: Dr Sophie Keller

Age: 37

Nationality: Swiss

Role: Raven's Medic, Military Surgeon and Doctor. The person you end up seeing because you have a piece of metal sticking out of you, a debilitating virus, or suspect you might have a horrible case of manflu.



Appearance: Sophie stands at 5'6" with a lean build, brown hair and green eyes. She usually wears a pair of glasses, though more often than not when the team are seeing her, she's in scrubs or wearing medical gear running her private little clinic. She seems to have the soft spoken accent of a Swiss doctor, and is an easy person to deal with in any situation. Not to say she hasn't been used to dealing with some trauma, but it seems that she stays as professional as can be.

Personality: Sophie is quiet and reserved, but she is always ready to help her teammates, whether it is treating injuries or providing emotional support. Her calming presence and steady hands have saved many lives, and whilst shy and hard to spot, she is around in the support area of the base keeping to herself with a good book or two. She is sometimes dry to her opinion, but she is the hallmark of professionalism- and always does right by her patients, or team-mates. Often she isn't really seen- she keeps to herself and makes herself heard when needed, often staying in the quiet.

Background: Born and raised in the town of Lausanne, Switzerland, Sophie was the eldest of three siblings. Her father was a surgeon and her mother was a nurse, both of whom worked at the local hospital. Growing up, Sophie was always fascinated by medicine and would often accompany her parents to the hospital, where she would observe surgeries and immediately picked up an interest for it. There was nothing that seemed magnetic to the way Sophie learned - she wanted to help people and wanted to use her natural curiosity to do that.

Sophie's interest in medicine continued throughout her teenage years and she excelled in science and biology at school. It was natural that she enrolled in medical school at the University of Zurich, where she earned her degree in medicine and surgery, achieving an exemplary grade.

After graduation, Sophie worked her conscription period in the Swiss Armed Forces following her father's previous roots, working as a Field Surgeon and whilst she never had the chance to delve into serious combat, her keen interest made sure she always got opportunities to cross-train and learn, getting to know the ins and outs of soldiering and triaging the mental and physical needs of the men and women of in various combat units of the country. In the meantime, she also worked at the University Hospital of Zurich for a few years before working for Medicines Sans Frontiers as a Medical Team Lead, which gave her the opportunity to go to hostile parts of the world and practice the field medicine she'd become so expert at. And whilst it would have turned most people inside out, Sophie was always trusting that her team and her abilities did make a difference, little by little, and whilst it was nothing revolutionary, she could do the best she could- wanting to always be on the frontlines and not shy away from the action. One connection led to another while working for NGOs and it led to her being recruited by Raven Squad.

Skills and Abilities: Sophie is highly skilled in first aid, trauma medicine, and emergency surgery. She is also proficient in the use of various medical equipment, including expertise in tropical disease, shrapnel and metal wounds and working on even more cutting edge medical problems than ever before- the weird freakishness of synthetic/artificial limbs and interactions with the body. If anyone knows how to fix people, Sophie certainly does. As the team's home-based medic, Sophie is responsible for the health and wellbeing of all the members, routine checks, and makes sure they keep combat fit, as soon as possible.

Sophie's extensive medical knowledge, combined with her calm and composed demeanour, make her an invaluable member of the team. She is also fluent in several languages, including English, French, and German. Her openness extends not just on medical matters, but also on personal issues, and has a background in Mental First Aid, owing to historic experiences of working with PTSD for a stint of her professional career.

Name: Tahlia Harris

Callsign:
Taniwha

Age: 27

Nationality: New Zealander (Kiwi) / Maori

Role: Kaitiaki's Head of Logistics. Tahlia is kind of like the housekeeper of Kaitiaki, making sure the base ticks over, and that Raven is ready to go at moment's notice with everything they need.

Appearance: Tahlia is a tall and lean woman, standing at 5'11 with short blonde hair and striking brown eyes, and an incredibly warm, pretty face. She has a muscular build due to her experience working in Blue Sword PMC and from her usual fitness regime, though her left leg to her knee is noticeably missing. She usually wears a slim carbon-fibre/titanium prosthetic below the knee, though it makes her no less capable or able to work in her role. She notably has both arms and a significant section of her back and neck covered in tattoos of various Maori legend and a large koru wrapping its way around her arm, owing to her mother's origins. Her Kiwi accent is distinctive- a strong and raspy one that truly reflects her rural NZ roots.

Personality: Tahlia is a no-nonsense individual who takes her job seriously. She is organized, efficient, and always on top of her game. She is also a natural leader and knows how to motivate her small logistics team, making sure supplies, equipment and the right stuff is brought in at the right time. She meshes well with Skye, and whilst the two may not sometimes see eye to eye, Skye has the respect of someone who can get them anything. She also looks after the site when the team are away, and is way better than any AI companion you could have, because she'll give you shit for not putting in requisition orders right, and not making a mess of the fine bit of island they call home. But treat her well, and she can cook some of the finest lamb you've ever had, and make some miracles happen in a windswept end of the earth.

Background: Tahlia grew up near Alexandria, New Zealand where her parents owned a sheep farm in the beautiful valleys of the South Island. Her father, an ex-NZSAS elite marksman had retired there and Tahlia was shown from a young age how to shoot for sport, and how to tend to the farm, taking care and helping the family to cover acre after acre of land. Her natural talent with a rifle led her to join the military at the age of 18, and serving abroad as a designated marksman. She excelled in her work and was quickly promoted to the rank of Sergeant, and after her first tour, quit to join Blue Sword, a Private Military Company- albeit being severely injured in a mission in Libya, and being forced to have her leg below the knee amputated, virtually ruling her out of military service. Thankfully, a degree and a postgraduate in Logistics and Supply Management later in the Univeristy of Otago gave her a renewed purpose- she had a natural knack for knowing lots about everything, so why not put that to work, and get paid even better? After serving in several operations overseas for Blue Sword as a Logistics Manager, Tahlia was approached by Raven Squad to head their Kaitiaki HQ, effectively becoming the resident grounds manager to make sure they all have their stuff. Tahlia is not unknown to go out putting her marksman skills to use- like her father, she has a knack for faraway shooting and knows the Kiwi bush better than anyone.

Skills: Tahlia is an expert marksman, but that skill isn't her main priority- in her current state she wouldn't be able to pass the Devil's Cooker in spite of her expertise in stalking and tracking.

As such she has settled for a life beyond combat, using her know-how to get shit done behind the scenes. She is an expert in military logistics and supply chain management, the process of getting bullet from warehouse to gunbarrel. She is responsible for making sure that the team has everything they need to complete their missions successfully, from food and water, to specialist ammunition literally unfindable in any arsenal. She knows how to get it, find it, and resource it. That and making sure the base is stocked, and well, she has the challenge of a lifetime supplying a base as cushy as Raven's is.

Name: Vincent Cisse

Callsign: Hawk

Age: 34

Nationality: Senegalese/French

Role: Raven Squad's Combat Pilot. Hawk on station is the thing you want to hear at the end of a bad day in the office.



Appearance: Vincent is 6"0, with short black hair and brown eyes. He always wears his pilot uniform and flight gear, which are perfectly fitted to his athletic build, trained from years of being a combat pilot in the French Foreign Legion. He carries himself with a calm, collected demeanor, exuding confidence and experience, and has a smooth and baritone French-African accented voice.

Background: Vincent Cisse grew up in Dakar, Senegal, and was always fascinated by flying- seeing aircraft over the shanty town he worked in, making hand to mouth and surviving with his four brothers in the slums of hte city. He dreamed of bigger things, but beyond being a helping hand to his mechanic father, knew no way out. There was one risk he could take- and emigrating to France at the age of 17 to join an uncle, he joined the French Foreign Legion and was trained as an infantryman first, then eventually being able to apply for a role of a helicopter pilot. Vincent served in several conflict zones, including Mali and the Central African Republic, and developed a reputation for being a cool and collected pilot who could handle high-stress situations with ease.

After leaving the French Foreign Legion with his French passport, Vincent worked as a freelance pilot working as an independent mercenary, flying anything and everything- and being renowned for his ability to pick up and play with most things. A few years of that led to him being recruited by Raven Squad, predominantly as their V22 Osprey pilot. He was drawn to the challenge of flying a tiltrotor aircraft that could take off and land vertically like a helicopter but fly like a fixed-wing airplane, but he makes it work easily.

Personality: Vincent is a calm, confident, and collected pilot who doesn't get rattled easily. He's experienced in flying in high-stress situations and is always focused on completing the mission at hand. He takes his responsibilities as the pilot of Raven Squad's primary transport very seriously and always puts the safety of his team above all else. He's not one for small talk, preferring to focus on the task at hand and his responsibilities as the pilot. That said, he has a cool and funny demeanour, and he's always got a smirk on, and a funny quip to give the team, with a big heart and a lot of soul. The guy you want to have a beer with, mec.

Skills: Vincent is an expert pilot, trained to fly a variety of helicopters and fixed-wing aircraft. He has extensive experience in combat aviation and is skilled in navigating dangerous terrain and flying in adverse weather conditions. He is also trained in search and rescue operations and can quickly assess a situation and determine the best course of action to rescue any team members in distress. Where needed, he knows his way around a gun, and is a fierce hand to hand fighter, the rough streets of Dakar making him into the man he is today.

Name: Javier "Javi" Laste Garcia

Nationality: Mexican/Spanish

Age: 35

Occupation: Lead Mechanic for Raven Squad. Keeps the aircraft and vehicles running, can modify anything that moves into moving quicker, and supports the technical side of the team.

Appearance:



Javier is a lean male you would expect with south of the border vibes, standing at 5"10 with broad shoulders and a well-defined chest. He has a sharp jawline and chiseled facial features, with deep-set brown eyes and short, dark hair, and a black beard.

His skin is a warm olive tone, with a smattering of light freckles across his nose and cheeks that give him a boyish charm. He has a small scar above his left eyebrow, the result of a childhood mishap, and a larger scar on his right forearm from a past mission. He also has a habit of wearing a simple leather bracelet on his left wrist, a memento from his time spent traveling in South America. He has a Hispanic indent to his accent, though his command of English is excellent from living in he US.

Personality: Javier is a happy-go-lucky guy who loves making jokes and having a good time. He has a positive attitude and is always willing to help out his fellow teammates in any way he can. He is very passionate about his work and takes great pride in fixing things and keeping the team's equipment in top condition. It gets him a lot of banter with Xan and Sam, but also the darker side of his history of working in the cartel certainly gives him plenty to talk about with Mateo and it's pretty clear his good side is him trying to keep occupied away from some of the horrors he saw in Mexico.

Outside of work, Javi is known for his excellent cooking, and he cooks up a mean Mexican plate- as well as always being free for a kickabout with a football.

Background: Javier Laste Garcia was born and raised in Mexico City, the hustle and the bustle of the big city to a Spanish father and a Mexican mother, brought up in relative poverty- a situation similar to Vincent but his family lacking the resources to send him on to family in Spain. From a young age, he was fascinated by machines and loved taking them apart and putting them back together. After high school, he pursued his passion for mechanics and went to a technical school where he learned everything he could about engines, machines, and vehicles that was funded by a scholarship programme. After completing his studies, he worked in various automotive repair shops, gaining experience in fixing different types of vehicles and becoming a Master Technician barely aged 25. It was one fateful day however, he was kidnapped by the Cartels.

Javi was not some mere target for hostage taking- his mechanical knowledge was put to the test and he built anything and everything- if it could outrun Fedarales and the Coastguard, he'd make it or fix it, engines, boats, cars, even helicopters and bush planes to do the job. He was talented at what he did, a real genius with setup and had a knack most engineers just don't have at making vehicles work. A hush deal with the CIA later and Javi was able to escape the wrath of the cartels, a position he was incredibly lucky to do so with hindsight- and as part of his deal would get him a role working in the CIA, countering the work of the cartels by deciphering their manufacturing and process techniques. He met a few members of Raven while working there, including Mateo and Sam in passing, but unrelated to this was hired by Raven Squad to work as a mechanical lead, making sure the team has ship-shape and ready equipment on land, sea and air.

Skills: Javier is a skilled mechanic who is capable of repairing a wide range of vehicles and aircraft. He is particularly proficient in working on helicopters, planes, and armoured vehicles. He has a keen eye for detail and is able to diagnose and fix problems quickly and efficiently. He is also adept at improvising and finding creative solutions when parts or tools are not readily available. He's built subs, improvised helicopters, and many more out of items you'd never think possible. A real MacGyver.

Name: Raphael Cohen

Age: 32

Nationality: Israeli

Role in Raven Squad: Signals, Intelligence and Communications Lead.

Raphael is responsible for the strategic intelligence that Raven uses (read, not what happens on the battlefield itself)- and making sure that what the team has recovered is directed into the overall picture of what to hit next, where to go and threat. Executive decisions rest with Skye, but Raphael certainly helps.



Appearance: Raphael stands at 5'10" with a lean and athletic build. He has short, curly brown hair and striking green eyes. He has a neatly trimmed beard and moustache, and often wears a pair of rectangular glasses. His features are sharp and chiseled, giving him an air of intelligence and focus. His accent is distinctly Israeli- with a gentle tinge of British English creeping in.

Personality: Raphael is serious and focused when it comes to his work, but he has a dry sense of humor that often comes out during downtime with the team. He is a perfectionist and takes great pride in his work, which can sometimes lead him to be overly critical of himself and others. He is not particularly outgoing or social, but he values the bonds he has formed with his fellow Raven Squad members and will go to great lengths to ensure their safety and success.

Background: Raphael grew up in Tel Aviv, Israel in a mixed household- and had a Jewish father with British roots, and a Druze Christian mother from Lebanon which made for a hell of a "A Priest, a Rabbi and a Imam go to a bar" joke about his past. Despite his childhood of being a geek living in a technologist's paradise to a father who worked in a major tech company, he did his time serving in the Israeli Defense Forces before completing a degree in Computer Science at King's College London- after which he was recruited by Mossad, the Israeli intelligence agency due to his adept skills in Signals Intelligence whilst with the IDF. He spent several years working in various capacities within Mossad, gaining a reputation as a skilled operator that got things done. Moving out of hacking, leaving that to the script kiddies, Raphael prioritises patterns- and tracking, building up inteligence and actionable information to strike from, creating a composite picture that is a strategic benefit and critical to the operation of an intelligence unit- he was the gears that kept the torture and drone strike wheel turning. He was eventually recruited by Raven Squad for his expertise, and has been an invaluable asset to the team ever since.

Skills and Abilities: Raphael is a highly skilled intelligence operative and signals and communications expert. He is fluent in multiple languages, including English, Hebrew, Arabic, and Russian, and is an expert in hacking, encryption, and secure communication protocols. He is able to set up and maintain complex communication networks, and has a keen eye for detecting and analysing patterns in data. He is also skilled in the use of electronic countermeasures to disrupt enemy communication and intelligence gathering. Whilst his focus is strategic, he works closely with the team's hackers to make sure they are given the best in being able to fight the electronic war, whilst giving the team the leg up in intelligence and setup.

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Male Heavy

Color: 8dc73f

Name: Charles “Chuck” Simmons
Callsign: Boomer
Age: 30
Birthday: December 9 Sagittarius
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Cis Heterosexual
Nationality: American

Canine Companion
Special Operations Canine: Duke
Breed: Belgian Malinois
Height: 2.5 feet tall
Weight: 75 pounds
Appearance: Reddish brown in color with a black face, muzzle, and ears. His fur is black tipped giving him a darker appearance.

Appearance:
Height: 7’ 10”
Weight: 275 pounds
Physique: Tall, muscular but not overdeveloped. He maintains flexibility and has an athletic build.
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Blue
Piercings, Tattoos, Scars: He has a bullet wound scar on his left shoulder, and a scar on his right calf from IED shrapnel.

Description:
Chuck wears his hair short with a with a mustache and well-trimmed beard along his jawline. His eyes are light colored and stand out. He is tan and spends a lot of time outdoors. He has a muscular physique without being hulked out. He is toned and has good muscle definition. He can most often be found wearing jeans and t-shirts with cowboy boots and a hat. You will find he prefers combat boots, hiking boots, or cowboy boots to sneakers. He abhors dress shoes and ties and will avoid them at all costs. He is a steak and potatoes with a beer kind of guy. He is casual and loves to have fun.

Personality:
He loves nature and being out in it. He loves fishing and hunting and hiking. He loves exploring the wonders of the natural world. He lives by a strict code of honor. He will not disrespect anyone till they disrespect him. He was raised that you don’t hit women or children. He learned the hard way that in warzones sometimes that didn’t mean they wouldn’t shoot him. He will be polite. He was raised in the south and exudes that southern charm. He uses “Yes Mam” and “Yes Sir.” He tries not to cuss in front of women and children. He takes his role in the military very seriously and thinks of his unit as his family. He lives by the ideology that no man should ever be left behind. He always put his soldiers first. He has an American Southern Accent.

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Hobbies:
Chuck hates being stuck inside and will use any excuse to get outside. He loves to run with his dog. He is a typical southern boy who grew up loving fishing, hunting, and camping. While in the Marines, he expanded his hobbies to include rock climbing. He also loves sports and is always ready to jump into a pickup game of basketball, baseball, or football. His height and strength make it hard for him to find a team that can challenge him really, but he loves to play.

Likes:
Barbeques & Apple Pie
Sports and Tailgating
Beer
Animals especially canines
Nature
Being physically active
Family means everything to him. You will often find him telling stories about his family.
Fireworks (His call sign is Boomer!)
Country music
Rock Music

Dislikes:
Tight spaces. He is not claustrophobic but because he is so big, he dislikes feeling crowded. He doesn’t really like crowds or being the center of attention.
Liars. He is a man of rare integrity and honor. He dislikes people who put up false fronts and lie to get what they want. He values honesty.
Asian pop music
Mariachi bands

Name: Oliver Black

Age: 34

Appearance: A massive, stout man, he is the embodiment of a corn-fed American farm boy. He stands at around six-seven and weighs around two sixty of working muscle. With his current size, he is a beacon to whoever sees him and can easily be spotted within a crowd. He has blue eyes, a long weaved darker blonde/light brown hair, and a lighter skin tone. His face has a scar over his right eye from his previous work. And at the moment, he sports a long beard, and hair that is usually braided with beads in a style like the Vikings.

His body is just a slab of working muscle, he doesn't tone himself for the abs. His arms and legs look like muscled logs, and his hands are massive. This man does not skip his protein shakes, his slim jim, or any day at the gym. Will it catch up to him later in life, give it ten years and his knees are probably gonna need replacing.

He only has three tattoos, one is a bolt of lightning that connects his six prior body/leg wounds as if the wounds were connecting rods. The other is a small list of names over the back right shoulder. The last one is a tramp stamp that is a Celtic weave with the name Tiny in the middle of it. He typically tries to hide it, but clothing that is not made for his size specifically, it will typically show.

When outside of operation, either he wears tailor suits to nicer places, or whatever he could buy at the local store that fit him, usually sweats and a very tight t-shirt. Within operations, he usually wears something to go with his exo-suit, usually some form of fatigues or uniform that fits the environment they are currently in. So even if the exosuit fell, he would still be prepared to thrive.



Nationality: American

Callsign: Tiny Nord

Skills:

The Armored Doc - Growing up as a medic before his new life, he has been in many situations where he has needed to save lives as well as take them. He has not lost anyone who could be saved to the date, and paired with an armored suit. He does not only save lives, he takes them with brutal efficiency.

The mechanic - Machines work like bodies, fluids keep it running and well oiled, and joints make movement possible. He knows his machine well, the electronics inside, he knows how to use, but not how to fix. While he is mechanically inclined, he works with his hands and prefers it that way, coding and advanced electronics are not his specialties.

Airborne - His traditional method of insertion is by the air, he has made his suit drop worth from a range of altitudes. But, he has an arresting hook available for exfil as well. But, even if this one's chute doesn't open, the saying 'he ain't gonna jump no more,' doesn't apply to him. Getting to his love of the airborne also allowed him to learn French, German, Polish, Estonian, Dutch, and Russian.

Warrior Priest - Being a bit of a nerd, he looks at himself as a paladin from dungeons and dragons, one who can heal, or do a bit of damage. A protector of his friends and such, he wears as much armor as possible and carries as much as he can to both hurt and heal. In some cases, he will even bring a shield that he can lock onto his arm, using it both as a stabilizer for heavier weapons, and extra armor from heavier weapons.

History: Born in the middle of Montana, he grew up in the middle of nowhere on some farm with a bunch of siblings. He looked like all of those who came before him, blue eyes, blondish hair, and covered in it as well, having to shave on a daily to keep clean-shaven. But after nearly failing high school, he took a year off and went to community college, while there he became a pre-med major. At that time, he was also being approached by the United States Army, and soon would fall in line with them, dropping out of school.

He took the MOS as a combat medic, he wanted to try and continue his current studies so he could have a job after leaving the military, he thought a contract and done would be all he was doing, but he was wrong. In basic, he turned out to be a good soldier, nearly breaking several records, and generally doing good. Once in his training school, he would make his way to the top of his class. So, he got to choose where he was going to go, and from that moment he would start down a route of trying to be the best.

He said he wanted to be a part of the best, and he was given a chance to start his schooling to become a ranger, air assault, airborne, EOD, and engineering. He would take as much as possible to become a part of the best, and he did well with each school he went to. His first unit, although he had the patch, was a cavalry reconnaissance unit. He was not happy with this posting, but he did gain experience from it. With that experience, he would grow in his military service, becoming an NCO after several years. And when he turned twenty-six, he would finally get his goal.

He would become a part of the rangers, a full ranger in both banner and regiment. This fit him well, and one of his favorite things to do was repel from helicopters, and jump from planes when he was able to for both fun, and to keep his certifications. He loved jumping from planes, and it was everything he wanted. He would continue with this for almost seven years, working with vehicles, saving those around him, and making himself one of the best combat medics, if not the best. He would continue until, in his final year working there, he would get what earned his place in the Raven Squad. In his last fight before he was honorably (medical) discharged.

He and the patrol he was a part of were ambushed, taking heavy losses in the initial encounter including four wounds to his left leg, a wound that temporarily blinded him in his right eye, and two on his torso. Outnumbered, he and the seven others that were still in fighting conditions held off over four hundred assailants for three hours until reinforcements were able to arrive. In total, out of the forty-five people who came, thirty-seven survived, although most were in critical condition and three of the assaulters were also taken into care for he was not able to distinguish some fine in his temporary blindness.

His last engagement was the real first with the group after being brought in.

After that mission went as it did, he laid low until a heavy was needed again. Mostly keeping to near his home until the time called for him to get back into it. He got married and divorced several months later. Did not have to pay alimony due to a prenup. But, he continued to live relatively solitary compared to his life before the divorce, losing some trust in the people around him with exceptions of those who he served it, and close family like his siblings.

Personality: He looks like a massive teddy bear, there is a smile on his face usually and he had a generally good outlook on life. He finds his available time with plenty of hobbies (From dnd to cars and everything in between), or at the gym. He usually likes to plan as much as possible, having itineraries and such for where ever he goes. But he is rather carefree but in moments that are dire. He will also go out of his way to save or improve the lives of others, he takes his role of being a 'paladin' to heart.

Tactical Suit:
Built off an older model of Russian Ratnik armor due to his size not allowing him in more standardized suits currently in use, he has added a better hydraulics system to the suit's exoskeleton form for better maneuverability and a higher weight load. With that, he has updated the armor and added upon that armor with larger thicker plates to survive most small arms fire for extended periods of time. The battery life is about twelve hours before it has to be recharged or replaced..

The left-arm has a functional part that can attach to a modified armored plate that acts as a shield. His back has an armored crate with slots to carry plenty of supplies. Typically this will be ammunition, food, and medical supplies. A small solar panel to charge the batteries and two spare batteries. It does have three slots for heavier weapons, such as missile tubes, heavy machine guns, or a recoilless rifle. The back plate of the crate is lined with grenades for the second person in the stack.

It is usually covered in paintings that are a halfway point between norse and Celtic line styles.


Base Armor

Weapons: (As set out in the prior selection- though this can be changed if you like. This isn't strict for what class can carry what- but a light shouldn't carry more than two long weapons, a medium more than three, while a heavy alone has access to heavy weapons and a wider range of secondaries)

Possible heavy weapons
Recoilless rifles (MAAWS / SPG-9 / Other Older weapons systems)

Heavy Machine guns (M2 Browning or other weapons of similar size)

Rocket/Missile systems (Javelin / LAW rocket / Other equivalents)

Standard rifle

FN 7.62x51n Mk-18 Battle Rifle

Secondaries
Royal Remington 870 express 3 round breaching shotgun
Winchester Model 1887 shotgun
FN 5.7 pistol
LeMat revolver
Marlin Model 1895SBL
M4A1 Assault Carbine

Equipment (Yours to pick- be mindful of their specialization and class.)
Tac-Axe (2h)
Knife
Fragmentation grenades - x4 front x10 back plate
Flashbang grenades - x3 front x6 back
Smoke grenades - x2 front (white) x4 back (white) x1 (red) x1 (blue)
Flairs / IR probes - 2 boxes of various, 6 flairs ready, 4 IR probes
Multi-vision NVGs
Arresting hook for exfil
Parachute/Stabilizer for infil
60 composite armor shield
Triage and mass stabilization kit
Ammunition boxes (depends on others)

Hobbies:
Dungeons and Dragons
Sky Diving
Football
Video Games
Drinking
Church
Being a nerd
Writing
Gym
Old Time arcades

Likes:
Old Styles of Beer (not that new stuff with all the fancy flavors)
Old Video games and dice games
Farming/Farm Animals
Nordic stuff
Cowboys

Dislikes:
Communists
Socialists
Deep Water
Old Wooden Bridges

Name: Ebrima Arendse

Age: 32


Nationality: Cameroonian

Callsign: Boraro

Skills:

• Close Range Mastery: Though capable of wielding a wide variety of weapons, Ebrima favors shotguns, submachine guns and carbines as they best suit the environments he's the most used to. When weapons fail, knives, fists or even pieces of rubble have his back.
• Jungle and Urban Combat Expert: Native to the jungles of South-East Cameroon, Ebrima thrives the most in jungles, forests, cities and environments with obstructed lines of sight in general. In such environments, he can easily and reliably navigate without most aids.
  Guerilla Warfare: Though by no means a light operator, Ebrima’s been introduced to the art of guerilla warfare at 17. He knows how to plan and lead guerilla operations, translating well into an ability to break them up just as well.
• Languages: On top of his native French he speaks fluent English and passable German, Hebrew and Spanish.
• Endless Reserves: Although not the strongest or the toughest person out there, Ebrima rarely seems to tire, capable of running for hours or walking for days with little else but some rations.

History:
Ebrima was born in Cameroon two years before his sister Lishan. Albino siblings caused quite a stir, and since superstition still ran rampant in the Cameroonian countryside, the two spent a lot of their childhood inside the house, hidden from the hateful neighbors. Their father died when Ebrima was ten, leaving supporting the family solely to their mother Alemayehu.

Shortly after his 11th birthday, the siblings foolishly snuck out of the house at Ebrima's suggestion, got separated at the market and Lishan Arendse disappeared. The authorities quickly closed the case as fleeing home, despite numerous complaints from Alemayehu. The case was briefly reopened seven months later, when a raid against a black market dealing in witchcraft supplies found Lishan's DNA in several powders and potions, but quickly closed again for insufficient evidence to convict anyone. Alemayehu then sent her remaining child to his uncle, a veteran of one of the many African civil wars, and Ebrima Arendse disappeared from the face of the Earth for a few years.

He reappeared at 17, when he moved to his childhood home after his mother’s death. While his missing and presumed dead sister didn't concern the local law enforcement, the name "Ebrima Arendse" was a common staple of their reports. Some might say it became an unofficial medical diagnosis covering bruises, fractures, missing teeth and the odd laceration. No longer hiding, Ebrima often got into trouble for his skin color, to the detriment of the troublemakers. Not long after his return, people around the area started disappearing. As every single one had a bad reputation and many had a criminal record, the police swept the disappearances away with the same disinterest as Lishan Arendse's, until the disappearances became so numerous the complaints from the victims' families could not be ignored anymore. Once it became clear that all of the missing people had something to do with trafficking of rare animals or human organs, someone made the connection with Ebrima's return, but a raid only found a booby-trapped house.

For the next 12 years, Ebrima worked with numerous mercenary groups both large and small operating across Africa, Southeast Asia, Mexico and South America, never staying in one place for too long. Until a new flare-up of the Colombian Conflict, where he found his first "permanent" home among the soldiery of an Israeli arms trafficker, Avital Shalev. Ebrima quickly worked his way into Shalev's inner circle, where he was responsible for shipment security, as well as Shalev's personal security whenever he traveled. Colombia was also where he gained his callsign, originally something the other side called him, after a tall, pale creature from Colombian folklore.

Unfortunately, Shalev was a bit too successful and eventually his operation caught the ire of Mossad, and Ebrima's security measures and intelligence gathering have more than met their match. Caught between the Mossad agents and a sizable force of cartels Shalev refused to sell weapons to, Ebrima went all in on a pair of 2s of clubs, suggesting they surrender to the Mossad team and leverage what they knew to keep their prison terms as short as possible.

But life threw Ebrima a bone in the form of a choice: Spend upwards of a decade in prison, or put his talents to better use. And so, he found himself being put through the Devil's Cooker and joining Raven Squad, pretty much doing the same stuff as before, just for someone else.

Personality:
Ebrima’s childhood was not pleasant. As such, he relishes every moment of normalcy to its fullest, being fairly jovial off the clock. As a coping mechanism for the shit life threw at him, Ebrima turned to humor, dry as a desert road and as dark as the night sky. Honest to a fault, something that had gotten him into a bad spot previously when a Burmese revolutionary hired a mercenary when he wanted a yesman, he will respect the skilled and will not suffer the incompetent. Having never stopped blaming himself for contributing to Lishan’s death, he’s fiercely protective of the people he grows close to. Once secured, Ebrima’s loyalty is unwavering and he’ll walk on water for the people that have earned it. But if betrayed, that loyalty is lost forever. Life is too short to be wasted on people you can’t rely on.

On the job, the other Ebrima surfaces. The image of a consummate professional, calculating, uncompromising, weighing every option before acting if he can and only acting on impulse when absolutely necessary. Some would call him savage in a fight, every motion planned to expend minimal effort for maximum payoff, without any flair.


Weapons:

• FosTech Origin-12: A semi-automatic 12 gauge shotgun fed from ten-round magazines. Fitted with a one-point sling, a holographic sight and is suppressor-compatible. Ebrima carries a mixed loadout of flechettes, slugs and a magazine of frag shells for emergencies.
• DesertTech MDRx: Chambered in 5,56x45 mm and fitted with a 16” barrel, two-point sling, side ejecting adapter and Vortex Optics XM-157 FCS.
• H&K USP Expert: Chambered in 9x19 mm and fitted with a red dot sight. Suppressor ready.
• M25 ISABS: A revived and modernized version of the XM 25 semi-automatic grenade launcher fed from five round magazines, fitted with a two-point sling and an attachment connecting the weapon to the wielder’s helmet, allowing him to see the shot's trajectory on his HUD for easier aiming. Ebrima carries a mix of HE airburst and thermobaric rounds, plus one magazine of breaching rounds.
• Ghurka Kukri: A military Kukri Ebrima pulled off a Ghurka he killed in Myanmar.

Equipment:

• 2x flashbang
• 2x smoke grenade
• IFAK
• Backup NVGs (night operations only)
• Jump Pack
• Arm-mounted PDA
• Analog watch
• Trickster Drones - Near-silent hexrotor drones with a speaker and holographic projector capable of generating photorealistic images. Mostly used them to create illusory copies of Ebrima and other Raven operatives to draw fire, but the sky is the limit. Three carried.
• Scouter Drones - Hexrotor drones meant to provide ISR, capable of being remote controlled by any Raven operative. Two carried.

Hobbies:

• Cooking - Having learned to cook while looking after his sister, Ebrima kept up a useful hobby, collecting recipes from every corner of the world his life took him to.
• Motorsports - From grand tourers to open wheelers, as long as it’s double-track. Will happily argue for hours with any fool who claims that Oscar Piastri isn’t, in fact, the undisputed king of racecraft.
• Scale Models - Owns a hoard of display models of various scales and subjects. With a more permanent base, now actually has a place to build and put them all.
• Speculative Fiction - A fan of spy thrillers in particular, having recently discovered the treasure trove that is Tom Clancy’s work.

Likes:

• Cocoa.
• Metal and orchestral music.
• Animals.
• Rain.

Dislikes:

• Unreliability.
• White lies.
• Vegetarian substitutes.
• Cold.

Name: Adam Stanislaw Kajtanowicz (Cpt)

Callsign: Wilk (Polish for Wolf, pronounced "Vilk")

Age: 34

Nationality: Polish

Appearance:



Adam stands at 6”1, with a strong build that reflects his disciplined training. He is shaven bald with a thick black bushy beard, and piercing green eyes contribute to a no-nonsense, professional appearance that looks comfortable in Afghanistan as much as it does in a hipster bar. While not as tall as Skye, Adam possesses a commanding presence that demands respect. His facial features are sharp, and a faint scar runs across his cheek, a testament to his experiences in the field. He’s clearly built more for power than for athleticism, leaning on the side that isn’t about speed but more about hitting hard.

His attire is practical and tactical, favouring a black and olive green combat uniform with the Polish flag patch on his shoulder as part of his exo’s setup. Adam wears a durable vest with various pouches for equipment and ammunition, and his combat boots are well-worn from countless missions. When on operations, he wears a dark, modernized version of the Polish woodland camouflage pattern. Outside, he often wears very practical clothing- unlike Skye, he is military to the point, wearing an olive wool sweater and tactical pants, with innately polished boots.

Personality:

Adam is a disciplined and focused leader, contrasting Skye's more charismatic and free-spirited approach. He believes in maintaining a strong chain of command and upholding the principles of duty and honor, and that the cohesion of the team is the only priority- he is not a lone wolf but an absolute believer in the unit. While he may seem more reserved than Skye, Adam's passion for his team's success burns just as brightly. He is known for his dry sense of humor and is not one to indulge in unnecessary banter. His leadership style is built on trust, discipline, and a commitment to getting the job done. He tolerates no fools, and everything for him is built upon honour, trust and conviction. There is no room for second guessing- he is hard, and does not exactly allow for the same degree of freedom that Skye allows, instead being significantly more to the point. While allowing him a great deal of authority, it perhaps is stunted by the fact that he can’t get as much out of operatives as Skye does, due to the cohesion compromise. He’s trying to reform operatives that clearly do not fit a typical structure. His loyalty to his squad is unwavering, and he takes the responsibility of command seriously- and that extends to on base behavior.

History:

Born in Rzeszow, Poland, Adam Kajtanowicz grew up in a family with a strong military tradition. His father served in the Polish Special Forces, and his mother was a linguist, fluent in several languages. Adam inherited a sense of duty and discipline from his upbringing, instilled with a deep love for his country. It was hard not to follow- it was a clear direction and put his restless nature into a direction that could work for him, working as a professional.

From a young age, Adam displayed some potential in leading and fighting, albeit not to his fullest potential. He was a troublemaker, until well, a few beatings from his parents later, and a lot of consequences, he reformed- becoming a strict disciplinarian and leader of men. He has a natural charisma that pulls people to him, and a natural aggression to just destroying and wrecking things. He excelled in his studies from then on out and physical training, earning him a place in a prestigious military academy.

At the academy, Adam's leadership skills quickly became apparent. He thrived in the structured environment, absorbing tactical knowledge and combat skills. His proficiency with firearms and strategic thinking earned him the respect of both peers and instructors. Graduating with top honors and following deployment in the Polish Army, Adam joined the Polish GROM, the elite special forces unit. He led fireteams, then squads, and led by example and by conviction.

Adam's early career in GROM saw him participating in various international missions, collaborating with other elite units from around the world. His ability to adapt to different environments and lead under high-pressure situations distinguished him among his peers. During a joint mission with British Special Forces, he crossed paths with Skye Rosalind Lyons.

Recognizing each other's strengths, Skye and Adam developed a professional respect that would later become crucial in the operations they did together in the field. However, their methods were different. Skye was much more independent, and he favoured structure rather than the lone approach Skye took. They didn’t agree- but stayed in touch over the years, as Skye headed to Raven, Adam ended up on another track and was kept in reserve by Oracle.

Over the years, Adam honed his skills in unconventional warfare, specializing in urban and asymmetrical combat- special forces work in the field where they shouldn't have been making him good at adapting and working on the fly within areas that are tricky to navigate. His service record became a testament to his dedication and unwavering commitment to the mission. Despite the challenges he faced, including injuries sustained during operations, Adam emerged stronger and more determined. He's been recently enlisted by Raven onto their rotation- and offers a similar package to Skye.

Skills:

Tactical Expertise:
Adam is a master tactician, drawing on his extensive military training and experience. He excels in planning and executing operations with strategic precision. He may overplan, but is happy to go with the flow and ensure that his team do as they need to, trusting completely in their ability through hardened discipline. Aggression and discipline are at the core of that.

Firearms Proficiency:
A skilled marksman, Adam is proficient with a variety of firearms commonly used in special operations. He prefers a balanced approach, utilizing weapons that suit the mission requirements. Similar to Skye, he's a Special Forces fiend, and therefore, uses a more conventional setup to get the job done.

Field Medic:
Dealing with injuries a lot, Adam has become a seconded Paramedic when required- and knows how to fix people up. In particular, he's quite adept with some of the drug cocktails teams use to keep going- and knows how to mix it right, getting the most out of his squad at the right time, as well as knowing how to patch up in the field beyond a typical operator's know-how.

Unyielding Discipline:
Known for his unshakeable discipline, Adam sets high standards for himself and his team. He ensures that everyone under his command adheres to protocols and operates at peak efficiency. Sometimes a bit much, yes, but also, it works effectively. The team know where they stand, and he will hammer it in.

Multilingual:
Fluent in Polish, English, Russian, German and a little Arabic, Adam's language skills contribute to effective communication in diverse operational environments.

Tactical Suit:



OsirisM2 / "Sokol" ("Falcon")- PL Variant

Similar to Skye, Adam 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, he wouldn't want to remain under constant fire with this thing- it gives him a little more survivability just as she does. Adam opts for a faceplate over an open setup, using the optics and arrangement of it, coupled to the fact that he employs a slightly different tactical setup to Skye. The suit also comes equipped with a shoulder-mounted mini-missile system- almost akin to the heavies, but more more suited to much lighter targets, such as drones, jeeps and other light skinned vehicles. The exo comes with a red and white pattern on the frame, contrasting his usual camo and representing its Polish engineered origins. Whilst the Osiris programme may come from an American conglomerate, Polish variants have propped up and represent a new angle of attack for them.

Adam’s play with this armour is a bit different- and uses tech recently recovered from Rose Lyons, namely a field generator. Whilst diverting power and thus making leaps less effective, Adam can create a short term forcefield with the armor- literally creating a bubble of about two meters around him, deflecting everything but the heaviest rounds in bursts rather than continued actions. This can buy a little bit of time to reload, reposition and then fire, giving Adam some protection and those around him in the immediate moments.

The other real advantage of the exo is that it gives him a more disproportionate strength in lifting, moving and protection. Similar to Skye’s setup, it makes him capable- albeit hasn’t got the out and out aggression of the jump pack and exo itself due to the added weight from the generator and tailoring towards a more armoured package.

Weapons:

FN EVOLYS LMG, Chambered in 7.62mm
OR
Fabryka Radom MSBS Grot B (Bullpup), 20” Barrel, Silencer, Magnified Optic, Chambered in 7.62x51mm
Daewoo USAS-12
FN FiveSeven Pistol

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

Hobbies:
Chess
Reading Military History
Trail Running
Cooking
Woodwork and Metalwork
Hunting and Trapping

Likes:

Precision and Order
Team Cohesion
Polish Cuisine
Polish Vodka and Beer
Lack of Ego

Dislikes:

Insubordination
Unnecessary Risks
Lack of Preparation
Lack of Humility
Loud and Abrasive Characters

Name: Purna “Pur” Chai Gurung (fmr Sergeant)

Age: 28

Nationality: Nepalese / British

Voice Claim: N/A

Appearance:



Purna stands at 5"6, and on the face of it, doesn’t look as built or as incredibly athletic as someone as Skye- yet behind it, possesses a compact and powerful physique that allows him to run, leap and climb well, focussed almost entirely on cardiovascular- not an explosive power, but a long distance runner's. His lung capacity in particular is astounding- plenty of oxygenless climbs of mountains over 8000m make him a bit of a natural at zero meters. His skin bears the weathered look of someone accustomed to high-altitude environments, a leather-like tanned skin that reflects his origins in the Indian Subcontinent, but more specifically, that of a Nepalese mountaineer, often above the snowline. His head is clean-shaven, showcasing a few scars earned during his military service. Purna's eyes are a brown-gold, with the tiniest wisp of a mustache forming. Many who know the Gurkhas do not underestimate the fact that despite an unassuming look, someone like Purna is a warrior.

His tactical gear is a blend of modern functionality and nods to his Gurkha roots. In combat, he is usually clad in a full tactical suit that hides his origins, whilst outside of an operation, he’s often found wearing a puffy jacket and old worn trousers, often not going with the cutting edge unless he’s forced to blend in with a t-shirt, jeans and sunglasses. His ability to blend into crowds seems to be a little uncanny- considering his half-cast skin and his otherwise sharp eyes, his less sharply given features mean he can dissolve.

Callsign: Viper

Skills:

Close Quarters Specialist:
Purna is a master of hand-to-hand combat, trained in traditional Gurkha knife fighting techniques along with modern close-quarters combat styles. His agility and swift movements make him deadly in tight spaces. Highly aggressive, Purna will be able to weave his fighting into when he runs- contrasting his usually cool and calm demeanor, once he’s sparring, he is ferocious.

Stealth Infiltrator:
Trained in covert operations, Purna can navigate through various terrains with a level of stealth and precision that is characteristic of the Gurkhas. His ability to move quietly and blend into the environment makes him an ideal infiltrator- and less suited to out and out combat. Whilst he can hold his own, his loadouts are optimized to keep his stealth going- he would rather scoot then shoot rather than hold his ground. This also extends to infiltration by social stealth- Purna looks like he doesn't come from money, and can give off that look of a street worker far better than anyone else.

Survivalist and Mountaineer:
Growing up in the rugged landscapes of Nepal, Purna possesses exceptional survival skills and exceptionally good high-altitude performance. He can navigate and thrive in various environments, making him an asset in unconventional and challenging missions- and when it comes to ascent, he can plough on through wildly tough conditions. It’s a different kind of conditioning to Skye’s- he seems to have this ability to just never give up, rather than remain adept before cracking.

Fluid like Water:
Purna’s real grace is that he’s incredibly quick- the sort of operative you blink, you may miss him. With the combination of a grappling hook and wingsuit, as well as specialized climbing gloves brought into focus by his mountaineering talent, Purna has this ability to just evaporate when he moves through a landscape. Parkour, movement and general access for him is considered his strength- when you need someone to get somewhere, you get him in.

Multilingual:
Fluent in Nepali, English, Mandarin, and French, Purna facilitates effective communication in diverse environments, adding a valuable linguistic dimension to the team.

Personality:

Purna is known for his calm demeanour and unwavering focus which remains reserved yet loyal beyond belief, traits instilled in him through Gurkha training- even with the advanced equipment that basically turns him into Nepali Spiderman, he’s still humble and remains grounded. Despite his reserved nature, Purna forms strong bonds with his teammates, providing a stabilizing force in the team. He carries a quiet confidence, and his presence exudes a sense of reliability. Working as an infiltrator requires him to be a ghost- and therefore, it holds that he can be like that, knowing when to talk, and when not to. Of course, Purna has street smarts- and it can dissolve unexpectedly when he’s in a comfortable environment, a sure fire sign that you have gotten into him. He'll let you know he likes you, and will give a quiet smile and nod. He won't give much more.

He often finds solace in the tranquillity of nature, a connection rooted in his upbringing in the Himalayas.

Tactical Suit:

“Gryphon” Prototype
The custom adjusted Gryphon infiltrator kit for Purna enhances his tactical specialities of stealth and vertical maneuvering- turning Purna from just a good light into a very talented one. In its default setting, it's features bare minimum of military accessories- a thin layer of kevlar plating, with the suit virtually clinging to him like a wetsuit, and a small plate carrier with a few lug points for attachments. That’s because it comes equipped with an optical cloaking layer- turning him invisible at the flick of a switch, and into a shadow.

The tactical infiltration kit comes in Henry Ford's favorite color- jet black, with very little else in the way of colour, nor much in the way of armor on the suit itself. The cowl of it covers his hair, almost like a wetsuit of sorts, and is usually worn with a balaclava and night vision goggle setup providing an advanced optical arrangement that doesn’t compromise his usual vision. The suit has sound-dampening and thermal-dampening properties, making Purna quiet when sneaking around and virtually invisible to a thermal imaging camera without cloaking, and with it active, actually invisible with a thin blur. In short, she's a shadow with delicate angles. The non-reflective texture similarly dampens his presence- making hiding in the shadows and out of the lights a piece of cake. He uses his grapple on his left arm- the main motor located along his upper arm and the pivot near his wrist, allowing him to swing and modulate the way the hook works- it can be shoulder mounted instead with a gentle reclip of the hook.

Additional features can be quickly attached to Purna's suit, giving his vastly improved climbing abilities with increased grip strength and better grip through mag-gloves. In the hands of Purna, he can effectively climb any and all surfaces like Spiderman, but looking a whole lot better. A wingsuit to this complement, when combined together may make for a kit that is a bit too heavy on movement and compromises the amount he can carry- but safe to say, almost makes him unbeatable as a combination in an urban or mountainous environment. Alternatively, he can equip more kevlar plates and take a few more hits, albeit at the cost of speed.

Weapons:

Mk14 Enhanced Battle Rifle, with 12x Magnification (Thermal)/ Canted Red Dot
H&K MP5SD6
2x H&K USP.45 Tactical

Kukri Knife:
A traditional Gurkha knife, Purna's kukri serves as both a utility tool and a deadly close-quarters weapon.

Throwing Knives

Equipment:

Climbing Gear
Grapple Claw
Combat Medic Kit
Smoke Grenades
Flashbangs
Multitool
Survival Kit
Quad-Optic Night Vision Goggles
GPS Tracker
Wingsuit

History:

Born in Phera, Nepal, Purna Gurung grew up surrounded by the rich heritage of the Gurkha warriors, his father an ex-soldier, his oldest brother a Gurkha, and his other siblings married off to become wives of Gurkhas. Living in a poor house with seven siblings however, was no way to stay in the foothills of the Himalayas- even with the relative wealth of the Gurung family, he wanted to make something more for himself. From an early age, he displayed exceptional physical prowess and an unwavering sense of duty- coupled to a mind that very much enjoyed the outdoors and surviving it. He has summitted numerous peaks working as an apprentice to Sherpas, and well, come 16, he knew his path- and that was to fight like them.

Joining the Gurkha Regiment of the Indian Army, he quickly rose through the ranks, earning a reputation for his discipline and combat skills. A cousin of the Oxford lecturer, Imran Malik, Purna was able to use his connections to expedite a transfer to the British Army- where he quickly managed to create a reputation for himself. He was a wildcard, but the man you relied upon to get work done. There are many stories of Gurkhas going one man army against people, and it’s a certain kind of warrior-like creed that exists to the modern day- Purna slicing throat after throat in the darkness, in reports that increasingly got more and more redacted in missions that he was usually selected for due to scarce reports of a small Nepalese man doing a lot of damage. Purna’s relatively small stature yet unbreakable spirit seemed to fuel this- Purna of course believed in the mission as priority, and did not consider backing down an option. His own team in the SFSG left Purna to his devices and sat back as he did what he did- and well, the rest was history. Viper One gets the work done, and there are a lot of bodies after to clean up. You don't ask how he got past security, or the scores of men guarding. He just does the dirty.

He left the SFSG five years ago to work independently, and since then, became a mercenary for hire that specialized in assassination and wetwork- killing people, sneaking into places, getting the job done, be it hacking, IP theft, murder, or just straight up shenanigans between contractors. Purna’s USP was absolute secrecy- he was incredibly efficient, and an absolute ghost, able to fabricate death from nowhere, even in North Korea and within security arrangements that typically would not be easy to break. Purna’s aim was to support his family and his brother, who was maimed in a nasty wound- helping to support them out of poverty and survive a better life. He told them he was just doing consultancy. If they knew half the mess he got up to, they’d give it all up in a heartbeat- Purna knowing sometimes, the lies never found are the best ones to keep. He’s naturally quite cold, but knows that with the experience he has gained doing what he does, and the technology in his hands, he can do more good through being independent.

Purna's relation to Oracle was fairly obvious- and under a mentoring of Imran, ended up joining the team on a semi-permanent basis, often working independently as it was recognised this would be best for him. He's about to become relevant.

Hobbies:

Adrenaline Sports
Meditation and Mindfulness Practices
Mountain Climbing
Poetry Writing (Keeps a personal journal)

Likes:
Quiet Reflection
Community and Selflessness
Nepalese Cuisine (he makes a spectacular Gurkha Curry)
The Outdoors
Bouldering and Climbing
Setting up technical equipment
Testing said equipment

Dislikes:
Idleness
Alcohol
Anyone calling him short
Anyone stealing Gurkha Kukri
Anyone calling him Indian, Pakistani, Tibetan, Bhutanese....
Hot Temperatures (prefers cooler climates and mountains)

Name: Antti Hekki Järvinen

Callsign: Echo

Age: 48

Nationality: Finnish

Role: Raven’s Logistics Lead for Camp Hannula. Antti is responsible for managing and maintaining the outpost in Northern Finland, ensuring it operates smoothly and is well-stocked for Raven Squad's needs.

Appearance: Antti stands at a tall height of 6”4, with a sturdy and robust build. His short-cropped blonde to gray hair, fair complexion, and ice-blue eyes give him a distinctly Nordic appearance. Despite the harsh conditions of Northern Finland, Antti appears unfazed, exuding a sense of resilience and determination. His attire is a mix of practical outdoor gear and military-inspired clothing, emphasizing functionality over fashion.

Personality:

SATANA PERKELE….

Antti is a no-nonsense individual, known for his straightforward approach and unyielding work ethic. He is polite, beyond pleasant, but....

He is innately Finnish. No emotion is shown, no feeling (without a shitload of booze), he seems almost android-like to the look, because he captures zero fucks. Life is good, and life is ongoing no matter what. He seems completely unfazed by things, because well, Finns don’t need to tell people what feelings are like. Getting on with it is more important. This means that he has some incredibly dry humor, which out of nowhere, can hit. Even his stoicism makes Skye and Tahlia look chatty, but if Antti is angry, you know.

He takes great pride in ensuring that the outpost operates at its peak efficiency, leaving no room for error. Much like Tahlia, Antti is a natural leader who motivates his team through his own diligence and commitment. While he may seem stern, those who work closely with Alvar appreciate his reliability and dedication.

Antti is also well-versed in survival skills, having grown up in the challenging environment of Northern Finland. His stoic demeanor conceals a dry sense of humor that emerges in unexpected moments, providing a rare glimpse of warmth beneath his frosty exterior.

Background:

Born and raised in Rovaniemi, Finland, Antti comes from a family with a long history of outdoor expertise. His upbringing in the Lapland region instilled in him a deep connection with nature and an inherent understanding of survival in extreme conditions. Alvar's interest in logistics and organization led him to pursue a degree in Transport and Logistics at the University of Oulu.

After completing his studies, Antti joined the Finnish Defense Forces for his mandatory service, specializing in logistics and supply chain operations. His exceptional skills and ability to navigate the challenging terrain of Northern Finland caught the attention of Blue Sword, who sought an experienced and resourceful individual to oversee their outpost logistics.

Antti's knowledge of the local environment, combined with his expertise in logistics, made him the perfect fit for the role. While he may not be in the frontlines, Alvar's contributions ensure that Raven Squad has everything they need to operate effectively in the harsh conditions of Northern Finland whilst at Camp Hannula- he's the homesteader that you need and yet he knows how to get things into the far north.

Skills:

Cold Weather Survivalist:
Antti is an expert in surviving extreme cold weather conditions, utilizing his knowledge of local flora and fauna to sustain himself and the outpost.

Logistics and Supply Chain Management:
Antti's formal education and military experience have honed his skills in efficiently managing and optimizing supply chains, ensuring the outpost is well-stocked at all times.

Marksmanship:
While not his primary role, Antti is a skilled marksman similar to Tahlia, capable of providing support if the need arises.

Terrain Familiarity:
Antti's intimate knowledge of the Northern Finnish terrain allows him to navigate and secure resources efficiently, making him an invaluable asset in the outpost's operation.

Languages:
Antti may not say much, but he does speak Finnish, Swedish, English and a bit of Russian okay, holding his own on the languages front.

Equipment:

Arctic-Adapted Outdoor Gear:
Antti wears specialized clothing and gear designed for extreme cold conditions, providing insulation and protection against the harsh Northern Finnish winter.

Multipurpose Utility Knife:
A versatile tool for survival situations and practical tasks around the outpost.

High-Powered Binoculars:
Essential for observing the surroundings and detecting potential threats or resources from a distance.

Sako TRG M10 Sniper Rifle:
A precision rifle for long-range engagements. Just in case anyone else decides to come knocking.

Hobbies:

Ice Fishing
Skiing
Wilderness Photography
Sauna Sessions (a Finnish tradition)
Northern Lights Watching
Hunting

Likes:
Order and Efficiency
People who don't talk a lot
Traditional Finnish Cuisine
Midnight Sun in the Summer
Quiet Nights in the Outpost
Reliable and Durable Equipment

Dislikes:
People who talk a lot
Unnecessary Waste
Disorganization
Warm Temperatures
Overly Complex Technology
Unreliable Team Members

Name: Athena Anna Kanatariio

AKA The Corporate Duchess

AKA #AthenaAwesome

Age: 24

Appearance:



Athena is an absolute bombshell, her striking beauty undeniable. She stands at an impressive 7 feet 7 inches tall, a testament to her giant lineage and Kanatariio blood. Her long, flowing apple blonde hair cascades down past the bottom of her shoulders and blows around her face, a beacon of radiance that complements her piercing green eyes- currently, she has streaky blue tips in it, a dark navy to match her armour.

Athena's physique is both toned and curvaceous, embodying the essence of a goddess- she seems significantly more plump than Freya is, in all departments, and the imagination can only boggle at how she stands in a doorway and blocks the light with her voluptuousness. Her well-defined muscles are a testament to her love of physical challenges and extreme sports, but with her plump nature, don’t make her look like a gym rat but more like a padded out sculpture. Despite her incredible strength, she retains her feminine allure, her features exuding confidence and sensuality. She often doesn’t wear too much makeup, though mascara and cherry red lip stain is always present, just adding that last five percent to her. She’s picky about it, and well, a girl’s gotta look good, even in combat. So far, she hasn't got any tattoos- keeps her clean for modelling work.

There is one important cardiovascular thing to note about Athena, however. She’s got a scar running down the nape of her cleavage, and it’s where a second heart has been placed inside of her. Athena, you see, didn’t exactly have one very well functioning heart that could keep all the insanity she was going so, under a fairly experimental surgery, she has another one that’s been exhaustingly transplanted from another giant- and rather than replace hers, acts as a secondary, pumping even more blood around her. So she has two working hearts, which in fucking with her adrenalin gland, means she’s basically continuously in need of action, and has become more hyperactive. This isn’t ADHD, this is straight up crazy fucking energy because she has so much going through her all the time. There’s no denying it but it makes Athena’s already gigantic ability even more uncanny- she seems to move faster as a result and without armour, a lot more explosive, particularly on lifts and carries, because she just has an engine that motors on. As a con however, having two hearts does mean it makes her more of a sprinter, not a long distance athlete- she can charge hard but her body will take time to refill and pound back at her lungs, which are in overdrive. It also has other interesting impacts upon her body- her more voluptuous nature somewhat helping her to absorb her body’s accelerated rate of calorie takeup, but she still has to manage it out.

In casual settings, Athena often dons tight-fitting athletic wear that accentuates her curves. She favors sports bras and leggings that showcase her physique. All of it. When in a professional environment, she opts for sleek, form-fitting outfits that exude both confidence and authority, wearing a powerful business suit, dress, or darkened tactical gear that cannot hide her endowments, albeit reinforces her position as a Managing Director and her status and wealth. Her choice of footwear ranges from sturdy gym shoes way oversized to match her feet to high-heeled boots, depending on the situation. She is a fashionista, and make no mistake, her choices are very distinct, and she is often posing for her socials as the great #AthenaAwesome with them on, for her various clients that she side-hustles.

Her accent is distinctly international, almost Mid-Atlantic, a strange hybrid of American and British accenting, with a dash of Swiss and Norwegian trickling in.

Voice Claim: Natalie Dormer

Nationality: American/Norwegian/Russian

Callsign: Valkyrie

Skills:

Adrenaline Athena: Athena has an insatiable appetite for adrenaline-pumping activities. Whether it's skydiving, base jumping, rock climbing, or racing, she thrives in high-risk, high-reward situations. Her fearlessness and love for the thrill make her an ideal candidate for missions that demand audacity and quick thinking. She's not one to back down, and unlike a berserker, doesn't see red, she just goes in feeling wild.

Firearms Proficiency: Growing up in a family of mercenaries, Athena received thorough training in firearms and combat tactics. She excels in marksmanship, handling a variety of firearms with precision and accuracy. Her knowledge of weaponry extends to unconventional and experimental firearms, a valuable asset in the field. Her Tesla Coil makes her exceptionally good at area denial, and particularly, zapping targets behind cover.

Twin Hearted Titan: Athena possesses a unique modification that gives her two hearts, providing enhanced cardiovascular performance and endurance- baked into her already towering and powerful physique from shadowing her siblings and parents as a gym bunny. This physiological advantage allows her to excel in physically demanding tasks, making her a formidable force in combat and strenuous activities- if Freya is more dainty, then Athena is explosive, running in full afterburn. Whilst coming with drawbacks where even her refined body can't keep up, it makes Athena an absolute animal- in continuous need of adrenaline and excitement to keep her hearts in optimum, it has turned Athena from a wildcard into a continuously pounding giantess. In hand to hand, while she may not have the advanced skills of Chuck nor experience of Freya, she makes up for it by just driving relentlessly.

Managing Director: With an MBA from a prestigious business school, Athena is a shrewd businesswoman. As the Managing Director of the family-owned private military company, she oversees the strategic and financial aspects of the organisation. Her keen sense of leadership and negotiation skills contribute to the success and growth of the Kanatariio enterprise of Blue Sword, and she is savvy around people- perhaps lacking in the intelligence that comes from academia but definitely having that wild and burning desire to make money, get shit done and get things over the line. She isn't interested in anything that isn't- when the switch is turned, it's about getting it done the professional way. She holds to that true personally- social media freak sure, but you gotta do it for real too. She has the command not of a Team Lead, but the respect as the Corporate Duchess. You don’t easily tell her no. She takes.

Miss International: Due to being internationally raised, Athena has picked up a surprising amount of languages. Fluent in English, French, Norwegian and Russian, she has this strange variety of tones, as well as having somewhat of a globalised understanding of it. Athena is well travelled, and she's seen all seven continents, and probably done something dumb there. Or got drunk there. Or killed someone there. In one night. Possibly.

History:

Athena was born into the Kanatariio family, a lineage known for its giants and warriors. Her parents, Natalie Denisova Kanatariio and Victor Kanatariio, instilled in her the values of strength, determination, and audacity from a young age. Growing up alongside her older sister, Freya, and Jamie, the middle child, she was surrounded by a culture of adventure and audaciousness. Freya of course was a genius, a PhD grabbing redhead that set things on fire and the physics world too. Jamie, a hardened warrior that went after his father, a soldier who kept it simple and kept up the tribal ways. Athena? Athena was a matriarch’s girl and Natalie spent the most time with her, teaching her how girls get it done, in business and everything else that mattered. Athena after all, was her mother's callsign- and well, a suitable name for a blonde goddess such as hers, perhaps lacking the intellect but having the shrewd know-how to run a business. She was raised in international schooling in Eton, UK, then more in Switzerland, leaving her with a plurality of accents that broadly sounds like an international one. She was destined to run the show, and Athena wanted it all for her to do.

From this, she went to study at HEC Paris, completing an MBA course in tandem with an undergraduate in Strategy and Business at London School of Economics (LSE)- so well, she was rounded alright, and possibly the most freaky student in the class. She was a socialite, and well, her little slice of fame came from the nights out, and the seedy things she got up to- mingling with the teens of the elite after all when you're over seven foot set her apart, and her social media fame is one that is baked in....and well, isn't really rivalled. After completing her MBA, Athena stepped into the corporate world, eventually rising to the position of Managing Director at Blue Sword, running the day-to-day of the operational business and taking over from Victor, her father. She excelled in leading teams, negotiating deals, and expanding the family's business empire. There may be a wild maniac inside Athena’s pounding hearts, but nobody can deny her talent at sealing deals, talking contracts, and getting it done. She can see through bullshit, and nobody wants to ever mess her around.

Separate from her MBA, she learned how to fight from Freya, Natalie and from Victor, and all of the team at Blue Sword. She learned how to be a merc- from martial arts to weapons handling and more, lifting, carrying, fighting and generally being Mommy's little warrior princess. Her combat training was rigorous, and she quickly became proficient in firearms and combat tactics. However, it was her fearlessness and adaptability, honed through years of extreme sports, that set her apart from her peers. A lack of fear, a few broken bones, well, they heal and then you get back to work. That said, it was noted at age 20 that she had a defect with her current heart- and following surgery, had a secondary one installed, taking the pressure off her cardiovascular system and giving her ... well, a unique bit of power. Athena was already wild enough, now, she could build up her cardio fitness faster, lift heavier stuff, hell, she was powering way above what she had before. Of course, being deeply out of breath and having to double her calorie intake followed as well as a few side effects, which has of course, offset some of the gain. That slight addiction to adrenaline became a full addiction, and there is no denying her. But Athena relished in it. It's a marketing tool to be so cool you need a second heart to keep going, right?

From an early age, Athena also exhibited an affinity for extreme sports and adrenaline-pumping activities. Her parents encouraged her pursuits, recognizing her natural talent for navigating high-risk situations. She excelled in sports like skydiving, base jumping, and rock climbing, consistently pushing her limits and seeking new challenges. These go on social media, and Athena is known to push her brand- yes, she has a brand. She is probably one of the few mercenaries to be able to get away with it, because well, someone as insane as her can. She makes no bones about the fact that it rules her out of the sort of work that Raven does- she’s absolutely a high flying executive, at such a young age, and well, enjoys the support work, and the high life.

Sometimes with Blue Sword that means getting direct though, and well, she is capable of that. Athena is no stranger to armoured combat as a heavy- and whilst she isn’t as perhaps experienced as others, she’s put to use her body and her capability well. The sight of Athena behind friendly Blue Sword mercs is a sight to see, because if the Boss is out, then well, shit is getting real. It often does. Athena was no engineer, she was pure business, straight and simple, and her Tesla Coil was adapted from an older design, blasting bolts of either concentrated shock electricity, or just wider sprays of shock. Same with her armour- a similar one to Freya's, yet taking elements from her mother's, and bolting on prototype elements that only someone as loud, proud and mad as Athena can make work. It’s a feeling that never gets old, and sometimes, the boss needs to go to work, if she’s not busy in a spa having her acreage of skin moisturised, or closing deals. Whilst she spends some time behind a desk, she’s often in a private jet flying from point to point, going to meetings, and you bet she’s sometimes taken the express down.

There’s no taming a girl like Athena. People like her believe they run the world, because when you have a sixty inch rear, maybe you think you do.

Personality:

Athena is a whirlwind of energy and audacity, constantly seeking the next thrill and pushing her limits. She approaches life with a bold and adventurous spirit, unafraid to take risks and embrace challenges head-on. Her fearlessness often borders on recklessness, but it's this very quality that makes her excel in high-stakes situations. A complete extravert, Athena thrives on being the boss, being the big bitch in every scenario and making you know. Of course, she’s also polite beneath- and with long held friends, calms down and matures, knowing how to play fair and enjoy.

Outside of her adrenaline-fueled pursuits, Athena is a charismatic and vivacious individual. She has a magnetic personality that draws people to her, and her natural confidence makes her a captivating presence in any social setting. She enjoys socializing with her teammates and friends, always looking for opportunities to engage in spirited conversations and share stories of her adventures. She is unhinged, but same time, embraces and is completely comfortable in her skin- she knows giants shoulder a lot of attention, so she reflects it like a mirror at everyone. This can make her arrogant, bitchy sometimes, but well, people with power can be. She’s not ashamed of her body, her assets, the looks she gets. She knows she owns it, she’s the big Goddess and anyone that is brave enough to fuck with her will get consequences.

Athena's loyalty to her family is unwavering, and she shares a close bond with her sister, Freya. Despite their differences, they complement each other in many ways, and Athena respects Freya's intelligence and scientific pursuits. She can be a protective younger sister when the situation calls for it, but she also knows when to step back and let Freya take the lead. They may clash over certain things Athena may end up doing, and my, does she do a lot of silly things. But, in the end, Athena means well and is just living hard, in her own way. Same with her brother- she'll give him shit for being quiet, but will hang out with him all the same, with the two plastered all over her socials.

Tactical Suit:

Valkyrie’s suit is aptly named the Warhawk. Quite a name for a suit. And it lives up to it, the Corporate Duchess herself needing something rather tasty.

The armour is heavily modelled on Freya’s, sharing much in common with the Gjallhorn. It's constructed from a combination of advanced composite materials, reinforced with carbon fiber and graphene nanoweave plating on top of titanium, ceramic and composite plating, with a built in exoskeleton within the frame. It clings to her form, and rather than being overtly robotic, almost looks melded, like the sheeting itself was pressed against her every being. While it doesn't have the optical cloaking system that Freya's suit boasts, it more than makes up for it in sheer movement and speed, having a slight navy blue tinge to it- it is almost this vivid shade of carbon honeycomb and navy blue, with yellow outlines on key areas of the electrical coils. The suit can withstand direct hits from small arms fire, explosives, and even some heavy weapons- and with a supporting muscular and pneumatic-hydraulic exoskeleton built in, as well as jump jets, turns it into a Warhawk that may not be stealthy, but can make Valkyrie able to leap, crash and basically play out like Skye's exo with an extra 400kg of weight. Oh, and of course internally, it’s laced with the finest of silks and cooling fans, with built in CBRN. Perfect, because Athena doesn’t do bodysuits as a glove to wear before getting into the suit. That isn’t how she rolls.

Where Freya's suit prioritises stealth and agility on the floor driven by a lighter composite using field generators and shielding, Athena's suit features a powerful jump jet system and makes as much noise as possible and uses traditional hard-hitting methods with heavier armour that contains electrical coils. Twin thrusters are mounted on the back of the suit, allowing her to leap incredible distances or reach elevated positions quickly. This jump jet capability aligns perfectly with her love for extreme sports, enabling her to perform breathtaking aerial manoeuvres during combat- she will ground pound and make an absolute dramatic scene out of things and blast electricity everywhere, because for her, combat is just a mere performance and SHE is the main star. This is of course, the worst thing you could give a hyperactive doll like Athena when told it’s even vaguely possible.

Warhawk's helmet features a heads-up display (HUD) that provides her with real-time information on her surroundings. It displays critical data such as enemy positions, ammunition levels, and the suit's integrity. The suit's visor is also polarized, adjusting to different lighting conditions and protecting her eyes from blinding flashes. The polycarbonate-crystalline reinforced visor comes with a golden finish, complementing the navy colour of the suit. It shimmers almost in look, and well, looks mean, with a large neckbrace, chinguard, and reinforced plating system. The suit comes with specialised gauntlets, which are less paw like and more finger-like for the use of her lighter weaopns, and comes with designer inspired boots which unlike Freya's, have zero sound damping.

A Trophy System exists on the left shoulder, and on the right, an integrated smart mini-missile launcher able to cycle through different rounds allowing her to lock, find and acquire targets- the same system as Jamie’s but using more in the way of anti-tank, rather than anti-personnel rounds. The hip (comically, mounted not too far from her rear) contains an IR smokescreen launcher.

Warhawk is equipped with a suite of combat utilities, including a retractable forearm blade for close-quarters combat on her left arm, magnetic grappling hooks for scaling structures based on her mother’s harpoon system on the gauntlets and on the abdomen of the suit and modular attachment points for carrying extra gear. While lacking in cloaking and a shield emitter, the latter is the next upgrade on her shopping list- though will slow the suit down considerably and limit her weaponry choices.

If Gjallhorn is the freight train you never see coming, Warhawk is the one you see coming from a town over. Her weapons certainly help.

Weapons:

Primary Armament:

Custom Tesla Coil

(looks sort of like this static.wikia.nocookie.net/isa-helghas…)

Athena's signature weapon is a massive Tesla coil, a marvel of cutting-edge technology that harnesses the power of electricity to devastating effect. Carried in both hands and triggered by a large stud in the chassis, with the suit linked in with various charging coils across the suit, the Tesla coil can discharge lethal bolts of electricity at her enemies. The weapon can be dialled down to deliver non-lethal electrical shocks for crowd control or turned up to fry enemy electronics and incapacitate armoured foes. The crackling arcs of electricity it emits serve as both a deterrent and a warning to those who would dare to challenge her. It’s described as such.

It can escalate from different modes- from a “Taser” level, to a “Stream”, a near continuously arcing ball of thunderous electricity, to the “Lightening”, a concentrated bolt, to then, the “Emission” - a concentrated force that is like turning the amplifier up to 11, and emits a large glowing ball of static plasma, basically evaporating anything it touches. It’s fucking terrifying, and will melt even armoured vehicle plating up in the process, frying anything it touches. A prototype mode involves the use of an EMP built into the suit known as the “Fryer”- but this of course, isn’t very teammate friendly and remains an emergency mode, for use only in killing everything within 200m of her.

Secondary Arnament:

2x Ingram MAC-10s with Extended Mags

Tertiary:

2x Shortswords

Straight up, Athena brought two swords and an electricity gun to a firefight. The “shortswords” are effectively the length of most people, considering her side, and she uses them when charging to hack. The Tesla Coil is exceptionally bulky, so these come in handy when in a closer quarters. Similar to her mother’s, they are made of an incredibly strong metal.

3x V40 Cluster Grenades
3x Thermite Grenades
3x Smoke Grenades

Hobbies:

#AthenaAwesome: Being a full time influencer and part time mercenary bruiser is work- and more than Freya, Athena makes it pay. Some people say that you’ll come for Freya, but you’ll stay for Athena. Athena is all about her- from beach trips, business work to wingsuiting down a mountainside through a teeny gap, Athena lives completely and totally on the edge of life, making sure EVERYONE knows who she is, as #AthenaAwesome. It’s not really much money compared to what Blue Sword pays, but she knows that nobody can really ignore her. Modelling work, motivational speaking, lifestyle advertising, you name it. She’s permeating into all of the other mercs feeds, because with a body like hers and bonkers insanity like hers, well, she’s gonna deliver. They know who she is when they see her, and well, her celebrity status always lives up to expectation. Even professionally- it makes her a motivational speaker, and well, if you ignore family money, she talks from a place of experience, adrenaline and living on the edge. Does this piss you off? Probably. Does it supply Athena with the supply of continuous adrenaline her hearts need? Yeah.

Extreme Sports: Athena's greatest passion is indulging in extreme sports and adrenaline-pumping activities. Whether it's leaping from a plane or scaling treacherous cliffs, she seeks out new challenges and thrills whenever she can. In particular, wingsuiting through a tiny crack in Switzerland (which considering her size, is more remarkable), a naked parachuteless skydive into a crash mat, cliffdiving in Mexico and dirt biking through a ranch in Upstate New York rank highly- so not exactly living life in the slow lane. #AthenaAwesome has zero time to rest, and when she has her downtime, she’s doing as insane as possible. Her parents, and her relatives are unsure how she hasn’t died yet doing this, even though they may have started this chain.

Networking: With her love for social media, Athena enjoys attending events, parties, and business gatherings, using these opportunities to expand the family's network and influence. Athena has learnt from her wise mother when to maybe amp herself up, and when to remain quiet and let them look. She’ll always get her way when it comes to a contract, tender or subcontract. She'll be there at parties. And while she may not be the cleverest, she's no doll. Apart from...

Fashion: She’s into fashion, big time. Heavies like her find it hard to find clothes, yet her time in Paris has made her connect with designers obsessed with using her for modelling, in exchange for new designs. New activewear to keep up with her activities, business suits and dresses, even some cutting edge technical designs for integration with her suit, on the sly. She wants you to know she has the most niche, gucci brand on the side because it’s what she’s in.

Business and Reading: Often found with a book in her hands on Business, Development, and even Business Development, Athena may be a silly and basic girl at times, but this girl knows how to hustle. She wants to make Blue Sword bigger, and wants the contracts that she hasn’t got out there to be hers. She is very aware of aggressive business strategy, because she’ll be there in the fore.

Likes:

Adrenaline-pumping activities
Socializing and making new friends (Extrovert)
Pushing her limits and embracing challenges
Frying stuff
Being the boss
Making money
Travelling
Her siblings (at times)
The High Life (Fashion, Money)
Showing off everything Athena-related

Dislikes:

Monotonous routines and boredom
Being told she can't have something
Her siblings (at times)
Being confined to a desk or a sedentary lifestyle
People who underestimate her abilities
People leering at Freya rather than her

Name: Imran Malik
Age: 48
Apperance:
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Imran is your average Sikh, but he is well built from years of training and service, being 6"6 and able to hold his own against most. He wears a dark navy blue Turban, which is not obtrusive to his role in combat and though hugely contrasting to his combat equipment, still makes him look meaner than anything, and keeps a mean, clean full beard. He has a tattoo of a Kirpan on his back, and though having a good number of scars on his back too, seems to be quite intact as a person.

Callsign: Oracle

Skills:
Unit Leader: Imran commanded Scimitar, a mean feat considering how diverse and skilled the team was. He keeps Raven concentrated on targets, and really makes sure they hit hard against them, also being able to keep a firm hold on the situation at hand. It plays well into looking after Raven as the de facto top-down controller of the unit.

Rather Clever: Imran is able to speak, listen, read and operate with others in many, many languages, from English, French, German, Russian, Urdu, Mandarin Chinese, Punjabi, Pashto and even Icelandic, a trait picked up after spending multiple postings as a mercenary and becoming a very fast learner of language. He understands technology and machinery well, though not as much as Li, and out of operations, training or anything to do with Scimitar, he is a keen learner, in almost everything that broadens his knowledge, both militarily and normally, and while not telling his comrades in the team, is working on a PhD in Chemistry at the University of Oxford part time, compiling his papers whenever he has the chance and being a keen Chemist. His upbringing is responsible for much of this.

History: Imran Kafir Malik was born in Lahore, in the Punjab region of Pakistan, to a British-born Sikh mother and a Pakistani father who was a politician, and thanks to tutelage, and his wild ability to quickly string together ideas, meant he was very clever for his age. In fact, he was a child prodigy, one among hundreds of thousands as having a high level of intelligence, being hailed as one of the cleverest children in the district due to his results on various tests and subjects, and adopted Sikhism- being a reasonably firm believer most of his life, though it has waned a little. He studied at the British School in Lahore, his mother telling him that children like him would be much better in the United Kingdom, to live and be educated. However, at the school, even with his intelligence, he never stood back and took shit from people- he ended up strangely beating up students whenever he was threatened, though he avoided expulsion on several occasions due to his status as a gifted child.

However, a tragedy struck when he was 12, almost weeks from leaving for the UK- a local gangster killed his father, and his uncle for refusing to give in to a local gang's demands. Imran was shocked and almost broken by this, his mother and him leaving right away, from the city that he loved and the people that he had known, to Bristol, England- based on her mother's English citizenship, Imran being allowed in. He carried on his education, and found a keen interest in the military, dreaming of becoming an officer in the British Army, despite the fact that almost everyone agreed that Imran was something very special in terms of his knowledge. By this point, he spoke five languages fluently, and could easily complete the work his teachers set him, whilst others struggled. He was given a scholarship by the British Army to pay for his Degree, in Chemistry at the University of Oxford, which was followed up by a Masters in Chemical Analysis, before he joined the military.

He went into the Royal Marines following Officer Training, being at first ridiculed for his "Oxford" background, his accent, and his religion, though quickly, he rose the ranks and became scarier, and scarier. He went into the Royal Marines Commando, and was feared for his brutality, as well as his sound head and vision that paired up with it that that made Imran and his unit so concentrated and vicious against an opposing force- channeling the rage and really bringing the best out his men in terms of combat capability. But something felt wrong, to Imran. He loved being a soldier, it was the one part of his mind that perhaps after his father had died, he had embraced from him- to fight for what he believed in. But he felt less and less inclined to Britain, and wanted to go back home, and make real change. He felt like he was undervalued, tasked with things that were not his endeavor- and was Honorably Discharged, at the rank of Major- commanding almost a full mechanized infantry company by the time he left, though he still fought side by side with his men, rallying them and showing considerable displays of valor.

One year later, and Imran was hired by MI5, to perform operations in Pakistan, killing specific leaders of the Taliban, who were escalating activities- learning over his hiatus how to fly helicopters, how to create IEDs and how to fight beyond his Royal Marines and previous streetfighting in Lahore as a child. He was a lone asset- and found this was more of his thing. He felt better to be working on soil he felt at home on, and found his revenge on the man who killed his father and his uncle very quickly- the decapitated bodies of almost an entire gang finding it's way into the Indus River. Though sometimes at odds with his superiors, he was a vital asset in eliminating key Taliban officers, and after two years of operations spanning the globe, was brought into the Black Ops of MI5, far deeper and covert than simple operations to kill a few leaders. He was acquainted with tactical exoskeletons, and was sent into West Papua to kill a terrorist leader, again alone. After a botched intel agent revealed how Imran was coming in, he was left to die, and barely made it to Papua New Guinea after escaping captivity, barely managing to salvage himself from what had happened.

He moved back to Oxford, leaving the service, and wanting to at least figure out his own life instead of doing what he did in covert operations, or commanding a unit, or whatever he did. He just wanted to study, and he was accepted for a Part-Time PhD in Chemistry, studying a specific analytic method that he had concocted. He was contacted before the other about Scmitar, by a contact known as "Oracle", who then put the wheels into motion, and him in charge of the team, due to his extensive experience in combat, and his intelligence. Imran accepted for some reason beyond even his mind- the call to battle was too much, and compared to times past, it felt like it was very, very different- the technology and extent of what Imran began to saw made his mind set on doing this. It felt like his personal call to fighting, and to leadership of the right kind, rather than menial commanding.

And Scimitar was quite something. He led the team for five years, and quit with a view to succession. It came and went, but Artemis hadn't died. In that time, they'd stopped a serious threat, but it turned out to be a rogue actor- rather than Artemis proper. A last-ditch attack on a missile silo in Idaho and Kerala stopped a near-sure war breaking out, and it certainly reminded Imran the world needed protectors. The Oracle to Scimitar team revealed themselves in turn, and well, Imran hasn't revealed who that was. But they passed down the reins- and Imran himself became the Oracle, the de-facto leader of Raven Squad.

Imran's role is shadowy- he'll mostly be known as Oracle to many, bar the people that know him directly in the role. His role is to facilitate the team altogether, when required- arrangements with other forces, updates from strategic roles, and so on. But he also plays a key role in ensuring the team continues to function- operationally, this is delegated to the Team Leader, but in an emergency situation, comes to him. He was a lecturer at Oxford University in their Chemistry department, and has on the part time, taken the study of Narcotics to be a pet projects of his.

Personality: Imran is confident, and weathered with experience, trusting his team but knowing when to hold them to account. He doesn't mind outsmarting anyone that he talks to, though he won't do it unless he is angered enough. He is mostly open, working together rather than putting up a front, unless he smells a rat. He has a vague Pakistani accent, and can be heavily accented when he likes- though he usually sounds quite English, hanging around with a lot of Oxford students after all.

Name: Ban Kingo

Age: 41

Appearance: Standing some 6 feet 3 inches tall, with a broad shouldered well muscled build. Fine muscle definition and a rough appearance. Hair reaching just about middle neck length in a sheet of black, silky locks. Silver eyes, and a thin mouth with a ready frown, grimace or smile depending on the moment. His left hand is graced with three missing finger tips. His right cheek has a knife scar, and just under his left eye is notes of where he took a punch that ripped open his cheek, any higher and he might have lost his eye. The front of his upper jaw has evidence of having lost a fair amount of teeth as the front five teeth are replaced with silver replacements.









Nationality: Japanese Ex-pat

Callsign: "Shimura"

Skills:

Accomplished Cook - Went to School and took classes in many things. Law, and Business Management mostly, but one of the classes that surprised his Oyabun was the many classes he took in cooking, everything from Short Order Cooking to Gourmet cooking. He's a whiz with a wok, and can wield filet knife like a rapier. And can turn out some prime dishes everything from sushi to an amazing steak. He even knows how to handle pufferfish.

Martial Arts - And a variety of them too. Has been trained by his former clan members in the use of the Sai, Bo, Wakazashi and Iaido Katana arts. As well as Goju-ryu style Karate, and Okinawan style Judo. Making him quite an accomplished fighter in close quarters.

Small Arms knowledge - His Yakuza clan tended to shy away from the use of guns and rifles. But in modern times it doesn't help much to completely ignore them. As such he has knowledge in semi-automatic rifles, and machine pistols. Though perfers not to use them.

Drama abilities - Much to his former clans chagrin, Ban has a taste for and some really amazing skills in Noh and Kabuki actting. He made some of his best money by actting in Modern day Noh and Kabuki theatre.

I know a Guy - He's been around abit. And when the team enters a new country, he tends to say, "Hey I know a guy." And then vanish for an hour. And after abit return with some local gangster or mafia member, that has some information on what they are heading into.

History: Before joining Foxtrot Oscar and then Raven Squad, Ban had been almost life long Yakuza. His father had been Yakuza, and his grandfather too. His Grandfather, helped the Americans to track down and take Hideki Tojo down. His father helped the Amagi clan, part of the Yamaguchi Family ring to stay under the radar into modern day times. Ban was no less a Yakuza. Raised beside other Yakuza kids, learning to fight and steal and kill. Eatting beside tattooed up Yakuza and getting cuffed upside the head by many of his "uncles" in the Clan when he did something stupid, only to get cuffed again when his father got his turn.

So when he was old enough he joined the ranks. And became a tattooed yakuza as well. Working closely with several of his other yakuza kids, running arcades, plinko stalls and shaking down people who would open shops in the Amagi territory who wouldn't pay protection. He was shown no favors for his father being the top earner of his generation. Ban had to do it all like everyone else did. Eventually he would run his own three story arcade on the edge of Amagi Territory in their entertainment row.

He'd been watching the safe back at Amagi HQ when someone brazenly busted in, and with a shotgun, had blown Ban off his feet then robbed the place. Killing one of their number in the process. As Ban and the others were still alive they were held responsible. They should have sold their lives. But it had happened to quick. Ban offered to take the full punishment, and asked that the other three who had failed not be punished too heavily. He was ordered to cut three finger tips. Without hesitation he did so. Three quick cuts with a dagger, and he was bandaged up by the clan doctor.

A few years later he was accused of embezzling from the Clan, to which he vehemently argued against. He'd never do anything like that. Life long Amagi that he was. But as the evidence was against his he said he'd do the greatest thing, and would take exile. His father and grandfather would not turn their back so quickly though. He left the clan that day but his father and grandfather gave him money and supplies and sent him abroad. A sword, the Kingo family sword, and money and clothing.

Off he'd go and some time later be found in a German bar, having just cut down three german gangsters after a fight.

Since Raven

It's been a few years now since Ban's time in Raven. He got out, served his time with Raven. But to get out truly and try and get his old life back which was his goal for the longest time, he made a deal with Skye. He'd be free and clear, except for sometime, someday, who knows when truly, she may call on him. And he'd answer.

Since then Ban Kingo returned to Japan, much augmented from the time in Raven, but still wearing his own skin and tattoos. He marched to Kiyose city, into Amagi territory, and after some trials, was given an audience with the Amagi Oyabun, where Ban revealed a tale. His time away from the Clan, what he did with Raven, thr honor he heaped on his family and the Clans names.

He shouted his innocence foe that moment so long ago. And finally showed his loyalty to the Amagi code, by revealing he still wore his ink, and could still wield the Kingo blade despite the lost fingers. The Oyabun took some time, all while Ban sat and knelt in the seize posti9n waiting and listening. By the end of the day, Ban fought three duels, with boken of course no one wanted to die that day. His time away from the Clan, the honor he'd gained, the clan elders pronounced him cleansed of his false punishment, welcomed him back into the clan. His father had grabbed him in a near choking hug, and said his departed grandfather would have been proud.

This marked his return to Amagi group life. And gaining the nickname among the younger and elder groups "The Reforged Blade".

Ban resumed his place running his pachinko parlor and gambling den. His honor restored and back among his family.

But always his promise to Skye waited. The red headed warrior woman. A story he told to his subordinates.

Personality: Ban still adheres to the Amagi code. Which is a mix of Yakuza life style and old Bushido honor. He can be gruff and angry and mean on the battle field. He has a mission to do, and that's what he;s there for. He will not attack an unarmed opponent, and will perfer to use his sword and Martial Arts to fight rather then a gun. But when he fights he fights to win and survive. And he fights to the death. There is no mercy to be had between warriors. Off the field he can be kind, generous and loves to eat, joke and work out. If he's not in the base kitchen cooking something for the team, he can be found in the training room, boken in hand practicing, or going through Kata, or working at one of the machines. Always trying to improve. He can also often be found in the auditorium putting on a solo Kabuki or Noh show for anyone who just wants to sit and watch.

Tactical Suit: The Ronin suit. A complex yet simple modern take on the Samurai armor concept. Ceramic over Kevlar plates in a chest plate, with kevlar pants, and leg wraps and SWAT style sneakers. A padded Haori and padded Hakama tucked into the kevlar leg wraps.

He'll also wear Kabuki style paint on his face that gives him a very off putting look. A wide brimmed steel conical coolie style hat completes the look.







Weapons:

Kingo Family Katana - Given to him when exiled from the Amagi Clan, since then updated and enhanced. Honed through science and augmentation into an incerdibly sharp Mono-edge. The edge of it a single atom/particle thin, so sharp to be able to cut through and likely get stuck in 2 inchs of tempered steel.

Steyr TMP style Machine Pistol - A high cap magazine inside a TMP style Machine pistol for rapid fire high volume fire in those times that he can't use his sword. A white colored laser sight attached to help with aiming.

ACE 52 style semi-auto rifle - Something with some kick for those times he isn't right on the front line and can use his blade or MP.

Equipment:

Physical Augmetics - Has been worked on by some of the leading biotech firms, out of Japan and America. All of his augments are housed in his shoulders, arms and legs mostly with a few blended into his chest and back muscles. They are designed less for making him beefier and to stand out. But more to give him faster reflexes, speed and strength in his actions. Making him generally faster in movement, allowing him to quickly use his sword and react to things going on around him. These augments have also been placed in his back and neck as well ad a cranial that allowed him to process the environment at a faster pace. He's as much machine now as man.

Standard survival kit, water, and food.

Medical First Aid kit for battle field staunching of minor injuries.

Standard medium combat kit, grenades, frag and HE 2 of each, ammo, smoke grenades two of each, a trio of NineBang flash grenades. A single breacher charge.

Minor repair kits for weapons and armor.

Hobbies:

Kabuki and Noh Performance - Will often put on solo shows of both Noh and Kabuki style acts. Either the soft traditional Noh style, white face mask actting out a dramatic showing. Or, a rowdy, loud and rough Kabuki act, free and freeing.

Cooking - Ban absolutely loves to cook. If he hadn't been expected to run some business for the Clan he would have started his own cafe or Izakaya. He cooks some really incredible dishes and will often waylay their cooks, and end up making multi course meals for the team.

Reading - Has a well thumbed copy of the Book of Five Rings, Sun Tzu's works, Confucius' work and several Bushido books. he also loves Japanese style fiction novels. And often can be found laughing at some of the badly written tropes in them.

Has been trying to teach himself how to play the Shamisen and the Biwa

Likes:

A fine Sake.

Well made food.

Good friends.

The Honor of a good fight.

Dislikes:

Dishonorable motives.

People willing to manipulate others.

Honorless combat.

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.

After Raven

After his stint in Raven, Jamie returned to Perth and there rejoined BlueSword, reentering the mercenary company, joining the Heavy division, back under the watch of his parents and Uncles.

There he'd excel as expected, joining missions and operations with the mercy by day, by night at his apartment on base, and in the evening checking in on his parents and helping to run the Company as best he can.

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.

Tertiary Armament - The Throngler, See there's a thing about weapons. In this case it's a double headed two handed battle axe, with draconian embellishments. But well it's in the name. You can have Dark King Gruntmore's Dark Edge of Unholy Pain, but that gives the idea there are other Dsrk Edges of Unholy Pain. But there is only one way to get Throngled.

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: Enri Uemura

Age: 27


Nationality: Japanese

Alias: Outflaw

Skills:

• Software Sorcery: Enri is knowledgeable of most operating systems, network function and architecture, but her primary skills lie in creating custom conventional and AI-based malware, reverse-engineering malware created by others and devising ways of defending against them. She also keeps up to date on developments in programming languages, AI, firewalls and antivirus software.
• Hardware Hermetics: Sometimes the easiest way of hacking something is walking in and plugging in an infected device or pulling out the right drives and walking out with them. Enri knows her stuff when it comes to the function and setup of computers, from phones to server farms and mainframes. Her knowledge extends to electronics in general, and she can frequently be found tinkering with a soldering iron.
• Nerd Network: if there's something she can't or doesn't have the time to do, she knows someone who can, having a globe-spanning list of similarly skilled (but she's better than all of them, obviously, at least if you take her word for it) people she trusts.

History:
Enri grew up in a tiny, 95 square feet apartment in Kagoshima with her mother, a strict prison warden-esque woman economical with smiles and even more so with praise. Enri practically lived at school, at least figuratively. Out working at miscellaneous temporary jobs on good days or outright stealing on bad ones and thus unable to supervise directly, Akari Uemura enforced discipline and diligence with the belt and anything less than perfection was rarely accepted. It wasn't until nearly two decades later that Enri came to appreciate how much her mother pushed her to climb out of the gutter. So, she excelled, particularly taking to math and logical disciplines, and indeed did start climbing out of the gutter, getting into an IT university.

But life had other plans. She had worked day and night to be where she was, so naturally it was her right to use her skills as she saw fit, right? At least that's what she thought. Six weeks into her tertiary education, she crashed the university's mail servers with a seven line script. By the end of the second semester, she knew the location of most of her classmates' phones at all time, having infected them with malware of her own design disguised as a document file with notes shared in their messaging group. She coasted through the school scamming people and companies for her own amusement and curiosity, and naturally started selling what information she found. Hey, if Google and Facebook can do it, why couldn't she? That was what first put her in contact with Avital Shalev, the arms dealer needing some dirt on a competitor. So impressed were they with her performance that they offered her a position on his IT team. Moreover, they offered something she'd always craved: Praise, recognition and an almost family-like environment. She abandoned her studies and swiftly replaced the former head of IT when he retired for medical reasons a year later.

Unfortunately, Shalev's flight from Colombia became a messy affair, with Los Zetas and Tijuana cartel already a significant enough pincer even without Mossad mixing into things. The motorcade moved at night, hoping to avoid notice but was ambushed nonetheless, the first shot fired nearly decapitating Enri, the MRAP's armored glass likely responsible for deflecting the bullet enough to just graze her and knock her out instead. As the driver, being put out of commission made the truck crash, forcing Shalev's head of security to order a hasty retreat on foot.

It was the Zetas who retrieved her, and she likely would've ended up on some liveleak successor site were it not for one of Shalev's best customers, Clan del Golfo, raiding the compount for unrelated reasons and finding her. After that, and a plastic surgery to cover up as much of the damage as her savings allowed, she decided a change of scenery was in order, returning to Japan to use her talents elsewhere, quickly finding work with one Yakuza family.

Personality:
Formerly a shrinking violet, a brush with death made her reconsider what she expected and asked of life. Enri is loud, from her speech through dress style to music, and those who need to speak with her often either come to like J-pop or learn to text her instead of meeting in person. She is convinced she's the smartest person in the room and she'll let you now it. The kind of person who passed a MENSA IQ test for the sole purpose of using the @mensa email to flex on people.

Taking extreme pride in her skills and enjoying her work a bit too much, people who share this interest will easily find a friend and partner in crime (figurative and literal) in Enri, though she can get a bit competitive with people of similar skill at times. If you hire her for a job, you are not just a customer who has a problem you need to fix. In her mind, you've just become her best friend and whoever pissed you off, pissed off both of you. She's likewise capable of showing proper respect to people above her in a hierarchy, but those equal, below our outside of it are liable to the full spectrum spazz experience, from the gaudy golden retriever she becomes when in a good mood to being yelled at for breathing wrong when in a bad one.

Enri likely suffers from undiagnosed PTSD, exhibiting a fear of firearms and being easily startled by loud noises.

Name: Eloise DuChamp

Age: Approximately 30~ish

Appearance:
Short at barely a shade over five feet tall, slim, and sleek. She has a very ‘streamlined’ figure; relatively slight and with wiry muscle rather than a defined musculature, or a curvy build. She has a build reminiscent of a dancer or a gymnast; rather ‘less’ gifted in the bust or butt, and with only a modest curve of her hips.
She is afflicted with a serious case of resting bitch face, despite having what most people would call attractive, or even cute features. This is possibly offset - depending on the viewer’s preferences - by her shaggy, choppy, mop of dark, black hair, her pierced eyebrow, lip piercings, and ears in multiple places and her steel-grey eyes, along with a great number of tattoos and a few minor scars. She has dusky, honey-coloured skin that hints at a mixed heritage, and the beauty mark on her left cheek only adds to her exotic features.



Her right arm is replaced with an advanced, cybernetic prosthetic that is surgically attached to her body at the shoulder. It is constructed of black, carbon-fiber-like materials and a somewhat pliable plastic.

Nationality:
Eloise possesses a French nationality, but her actual country of birth is uncertain; she seems relatively sure she was born in Cambodia or in the Golden Triangle somewhere.

Callsign: Archer

Skills:

Street Smart Survivor - Eloise grew up as a street urchin, petty criminal and orphan, surviving on the streets and falling into a criminal gang. As such, she has an innate skill in finding the things she needs to survive, through either fair means or foul, as well as knowing who and where to speak to to find things, people, organizations or information.

Street Rat - Living in and around cities all her life, Eloise knows how to hide, blend in, and disappear in a city (and other urbanised or industrialised environments), as well as how to find her way around an urban environment - and not just on the streets, but using rooftops, alleys, stairways, sewers, subways and more.

Unnerving Presence - Eloise might be pretty, and she’s not a particularly bad person… mostly. But something about her, when she wants to, can really… unsettle other people. It’s not just her looks, her stare, or her posture… but somehow, something about her is just a bit… off when she wants it to be, and she can sometimes use this to her advantage to unsettle, disturb or off-set others, especially when trying to get information she wants.

Animal Friend - As much as she might struggle to relate to people, Eloise has no such issue with animals of virtually any kind. They seem to naturally put her at ease, and the relationship seems to be entirely mutual. Even the wildest of animals will seem to be unbothered by her presence, or even actively interact with her after the barest few minutes of calm, patient effort. Animals and their habits, behaviours and traits are a particular special interest for her, and her knowledge can often be useful in the field to spot things others may have missed.

History:

Eloise doesn’t remember much of her childhood. Her Dad was an abusive dickhole. She vaguely remembers him wearing a uniform of some kind and being white. Her mum was a junkie and a native; she varied between showing love for her daughter and slinging abuse at her.
Her dad disappeared one day and her mum never really seemed to recover, just chasing her next hit. She left home after mum tried to sell her for her next fix at a young age, and she lived on the streets instead.
Eloise fell in with other street kids. She had a sort of group of friends, they all looked out for one another. This was almost a happy time, despite the hardships. However, their little group was forcibly recruited into a criminal gang
She learned how to be stealthy, and while she had a better amount of food and shelter, the gang didn’t much care about the children or show them love, affection, or care and it was very much a case that everything they did was for the higher-up gang members. She found her affinity for animals as a place of comfort, befriending the strays on the street.
Eloise killed her first person as a young teen after they tried to rape her, after they tortured and kicked to death one of the animals she’d looked after.
She became extremely good with knives as a result of needing to defend herself at this age, and became sullen, cold, and hard on the exterior. While she expected to be punished or even killed by the rest of the gang, she instead received a modicum of respect, albeit grudging and strained.
Eventually, her luck ran out as it always does for crime. She had moved up from picking pockets and snatching purses to burglaries. She tried to break into the wrong house, and it turned out to be that of a special agent or operative for an international criminal organization.
Rather than turning her in or doing away with her, they took her in and trained her formally. Eloise took to it, finally having things like money, a proper bed, her own possessions, clothes, and more.
Eloise started to learn more formally as well, quickly starting to pick up schooling she had missed out on, though much of her knowledge still remained basic and lacking in formal qualifications. She found she loved to read and devoured books like a starved man.
As Eloise started to learn more and learn more about herself, having more time to do so, she showed a particular skill and affinity for use of the bow and arrow, as well as her use of knives. This skill was encouraged to grow, and she received formal training and instruction.
As such, she received a gadget bow and arrows, as well as training in more formal tactics and skills, her skill quickly approaching that of an olympian due to her intense training and apparent skill.
She soon made her name and mark as an assassin and a field agent for the said NGO, and as she matured and grew from a teenager into a woman, putting behind her the traumas of her past regarding her sexuality, started to explore her feelings about romance and attraction, having a small handful of brief, romantic interludes, though her abrasive, bitter and stormy emotions meant such things never lasted.
She started to become somewhat notorious and make a name for herself, and despite her working for the ‘wrong’ side, she had been coached and immersed thoroughly in propaganda and rhetoric that made her feel as though she was achieving something, and gave her a sense of pride for the first time.
However, an op went wrong. What happened wasn’t her fault, but she had been set up as a scapegoat and to take a fall. She was abandoned by her agency and allies, and abandoned. This drastically hurt her sense of trust and loyalty, and she fell into a depressive state.
She was courted for recruitment by a legit agency, who were much kinder and much less harsh, and slowly encouraged her trust after being open with her about their intentions, and gave her information and evidence on her former employers and masters.
They also gave her a new, replacement cybernetic arm to replace the one she lost in the failed operation, as well as giving her a place to live in comfort, and a proper, signed contract with rights and assurances.
Eloise was still distrustful, but she started to relax somewhat at the kinder treatment - although, she can’t help but feel like the other shoe has yet to drop, and there’s a tradeoff or transaction for everything in her life or situation.
Nonetheless, she has come around to the personal realisation that, despite the misery, betrayal and cruelty that has been inflicted upon her, she has caused her own share of harm, heartbreak and hardship for others, and sought to make amends using her skills
Oracle took note of her record and attempts at redemption, and she was courted for recruitment into Task Force Raven

Personality:
Eloise may seem sullen on the outside at first glance, and bitter at the way the world has treated her, but this exterior masks a deeply hidden core of optimistic hope that things can change, sparked by seeing ‘little wins’ from people and events in the world, knowing that it’s not all grim shit and there are good people. Something she strains to be to make up for her own faults and mistakes in the past.
It takes her a long while to trust and open up, due to the past betrayals she has endured and the abuses of her trust. She has a tendency to latch onto one person at first in a group if she finds a thing in common, though even then will be something of a quiet, second shadow to them.
Eloise tends to show her affection through small gifts, quiet company, and small gestures to those she likes. Not grand gestures of open shows of her affection, but small kindnesses
Despite her quietness and distance, she does have quite the sense of humour. She is fairly quick-witted and sharp-tongued, and her humour comes with a large dose of the sardonic, ironic and sarcastic, especially in observations of events and people.
Eloise isn’t intentionally mean, but she has little patience for fools, braggarts or the arrogant. Likewise, she has little patience for beating about the bush or being less-than direct, and her inherent pragmatism and bluntness can often make her seem less compassionate or caring than she really is. However, this aspect of her nature applies to her positive qualities and traits, and she will often readily and matter-of-factly deliver her positive and admiring opinions and thoughts about others, and her care for them - albeit, incredibly awkwardly.
Equally, she has zero tolerance or sympathy for anyone who manipulates, double-crosses, betrays or otherwise stabs their friends, allies, or colleagues in the back, and they will be the target of her anger and vengeance, and it will be spectacularly complete and total.
Her anger is less furious and raging… and is more cold, hard, and methodical, which can be much more scary, because of how thorough it is
Equally, her love when it is earned and her loyalty are absolute, unwavering, fierce and as all-consuming as her fury.

Tactical Suit:



Eloise wears a form-fitting undersuit that almost resembles a thick wetsuit with a hexagonal pattern to the material, in a neutral colour. This is paired with rigid plates over vital areas that have integrated load-carrying straps (i.e. MOLLE/PALS style) for equipment pouches.
The ‘soft’ armour is stab- and -slash proof, as well as providing protection against shrapnel, fragments and splinters, as well as being flameproof and resistant to acids, alkalis and electrically insulated. The hard armour sections are proof against low caliber pistol bullets and glancing rifle hits, as well as having the same above features. The suit also captures and filters her bodies’ natural scent and leaves no trace of it - or, at least, as little as is practically possible.
The undersuit moderates her body temperature to both blend in with surrounding temperatures as well as provide comfort. The suit is paired with gauntlets that extend to her elbows and have a built-in portable computer. Boots are also provided and have ‘silent’ flexible, reinforced soles with tabi-style toes.
The helmet/mask that is coupled with the suit covers her lower face and ears and incorporates communications gear, as well as capture her breath to avoid any tell-tale misting in any conditions, as well as filter hazardous chemicals or agents in the air. A retractable visor can deploy to further shield and hide her features, as well as give her night and thermal vision enhancements, and additional ‘augmented reality’ views of possible hazards and features in the local environment.
Atop this, she wears a kind of modern-styled cloak and hood that feature optical camouflage that can shift its colours, somewhat like certain species of octopus or a chameleon, to blend in with her surroundings and further dampen and mask her infra-red signature. Her body armour features the same effect.

Weapons:

• Hi-tech compound/reflex collapsible longbow with optical sight wirelessly linked to her helmet and laser-aiming device.
• Various hi-tech arrows, such as armour-piercing, taser/stun, smoke, explosive, expanding head, incendiary, grapple, EMP, flare, and potentially others.
• MAX11K as secondary weapon, with helmet-linked sight, LAM, and suppressor
• Beretta 8045 Mini-Cougar handgun
• Paired fighting/survival knives with mono-molecular edges
• Monomolecular throwing knives; explosive, stun, and EMP varieties are regularly carried
• Garrotte built into her cybernetic arm
• Contact Taser built into her cybernetic arm
• A sharp tongue, and a cutting wit

Equipment:

• ‘Chameleon’ camouflage cloak + hood + mask
• Mask includes vision enhancing goggles/lenses with Augmented Reality overlays
• Mask and hood also have integrated communications
• Mask also acts as bump-helmet protection and armours against splinters, shrapnel, fragments, etc
• Bodysuit regulates body temperature to match external surroundings and also masks and diffuses natural odors. Soft armour against stabbing/slashing damage, acids and alkalis, flameproof, blunt force
• Boots and gloves muffle sounds of movement to exceptional degree
• Quiver has compartments for preselected arrows, can be selected by combination of controls on gauntlets and in mask through eye-pointing and subvocalized commands
• While not exactly 'equipment' her cybernetic arm is a work of masterful technology. It uses artificial muscle fibers for movement, is completely capable of the same movement and fine motor skill as her original arm and hand, and is powered by a combination of solar cells, thermal battery (provided by her body heat) and a kinetic battery (powered by movement). The arm is attached directly to her nervous system and skeleton at the shoulder, though can be detached for maintenance and repair at the mid-bicep through a twist-locking joint. It moves silently. The limb has some touch sensitivity, and parts of the exterior are coated in a pliable plastic that maintains the same temperature as her skin, and has the aforementioned built-in taser and garotte, as well as a GPS, distress beacon, a light and a clock.

Hobbies:

Archery (duh…); especially Japanese-style archery, painting/photography, meditation, reading, playing with her pet cat (a rescued fluffy, black & white street cat named Aloysius)

Likes:

• Animals
• Junk food
• Soft beds
• Long baths
• Quiet, relaxing classical music

Dislikes:

• Loud people
• Busy places
• Pushy, aggressive or demanding people
• Cold weather & rain