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G r a n t H y r a l
Theme Song - Thoughts of a dying Atheist
"I'm like a messiah, only less significant, important, powerful or useful."
Nicknames
'Swifty'
Age
17 - Pro-Breach Age
Height
6' 2"
Weight
154 lbs
Body Stature
Fairly Built
Personality
If there were two ways that Grant could sum himself up with, he'd most likely choose his natural talent to deliver humour or his not-so-natural ability to ride horses. Whether or not either of them are fully true is up for debate, but that doesn't stop him from being the light of the party when needed. Being someone who needs material for such banterous remarks as his own, Grant found himself constantly feeling the need to keep an update on everything that is going on, something that may flaw his future. It keeps him occupied if he wanders throughout crowds to fantasise over the latest news. However, if there is one rule he knows to abide by, he can tell if any humorous remarks are necessary, and can remain serious to situations not considered a laughing matter.
From his early introduction to horses, Grant can be considered a quick-thinker; his ability to keep his wits about whilst in motion had been noted by his uncle, though he stated there was much progress to be taken at the time of the note's creation. With small groups of friends, Grant can be seen as a comforting boy, due to the nurturing of animals from his home, often ensuring they all receive any relief of tension whenever it is needed. Some of the kids said it's his most likeable trait, but Grant can be quick to deny it.
Background
Not too far from the edges of Wall Maria, a small town claimed itself as Grant's birthplace and early home, where most of the few settlers worked around farming and trading around the entire circumference of Wall Maria. Originally hailing from the West, reasons that were unexplained to Grant resulted in him having to leave on a 'Business Trip' with his Uncle, Mateo Judas. His father remained back at the town, stating that someone needed to ensure that all of the trading caravans were kept in order and the stallions were kept in line during their long tour. It confused him as to why no one else came, but that never struck his mind. The next year of his life would be an amazing and exciting experience.
The pair followed a clockwise pattern, starting on the Western District, to the Northern, Eastern and concluding on the Southern District. Between each district was a difficult journey, but it picked up the chance for Grant to further progress his skills in horse-riding. One of the lead stallions, a black thoroughbred named Rhys, soon became Grant's prize possession, enjoying any galloping trips along the way. Whereas it became apparent that he wasn't to do much in any of the trades, any free time he had was either spent socialising with the current district's inhabitants, hearing amazing tales from other citizens or generally galloping around the streets whenever he could. During his stay in the Northern District, one caravan trader's son, Luca Isina, took the liberty to giving him the nickname 'Swifty', due to the speed Rhys could provide for Grant. Luca, more specifically, was a close friend of Grant during his stay. They were so close that Luca eventually snuck away from his own caravan and into Grant's, soon hitchhiking on their journey around the walls. The two picked up an interest in learning about the Military Branches, where they grew and excitement and lust for information seeking telling more tales of bravery to the children.
The two remained friends all the way to the Shiganshina District, where they planned on storming around the streets on horseback whilst Mateo delivered his final trading deal. Why waste the opportunity? The two were only going to be staying in the area for a short time. Well, they'd have to get permission from the Stationary Guardsmen within the area, but with their interest in their branches and military backgrounds, they'd get along fine enough for them to look the other way. Grant knew that this was going to be the greatest conclusion to their trip, and when he would return, he could pursue a life within the walls with a promising career. At least, that was the plan...
He was in the wrong place at completely the wrong time. Everything had gone downhill, from his evidently clear detachment from his home, permanently, to the Fall of Shiganshina. He was there, at that time, split from Luca and Mateo temporarily due to nearly sacrificing himself to two girls by the name of Jade and Olivia. When giving his horse to them, a Titan was within seconds of grabbing a hold of the boy, before the localised soldiers came to his aid. As an inspiring moment, and from his desires as a Scout in the past, he enlisted with Olivia eventually in the years to come.
Training was a tedious time for Grant, as his was spent mostly alone in comparison to every other cadet. Bonds were formed, such as the one between Tanner and Gabriel, with Olivia distancing herself from him by creating new bonds of her own. Spending most of his life as a lone son on a farm outside of the walls, socialising was never his forte, and now knowing that Luca's life had been claimed by illness, Grant felt as if he was overall alone during his training sessions. The only benefits of this was that he was able to sharpen his skills in the fine arts and fully focus on the theoretical stages of the training months. He had developed a fondness of both drawing and singing, intentionally using his "Alone-time" to practice in both simultaneously. However, being gifted with a voice like his didn't make the training any easier.
One area in the physical side of training that he excelled in was the use of ODM gear. He found that his practice prematurely with his Uncle, Mateo, had paid off, and his balance became his greatest strength. The ability to quickly assess the area and predict routes wasn't the best of the Training Corps, but it was enough to get him into the top ten position, finishing at a very outstanding 8th place. Whether or not it was higher enough to let him survive the war on Titans was unclear, very unclear...
Titan Kills
Solo - 0
Team - 0
Total - 0
Statistics
Strength - 8
Combat/Gear Skill - 16
Agility - 12
Teamwork - 9
Leadership - 5
M a t e o J u l i us
Theme Song - Flight of the Pigeon
"The key to survival is teamwork, and with me you're going to be involved in a lot of that."
Nicknames
'Jutt'
Age
25 - Current age
Height
5' 10"
Weight
174 lbs
Body Stature
Fairly Built
Personality
Despite being one of the more recognised and respected soldier's amongst the Scouting Legion, Mateo isn't as strict off-duty as some might expect. His upbringing and experience with travelling has left him to be quite a sociable individual, which strengthens the bonds he has with those who he commands. Whereas the advantages of building these relationships improves the performance of fighting and working as one squad, it can also bring personal sorrow when it comes to the death of any of his own comrades. Mateo has been used to the sight of death since the start of his service, but the personal losses take their tolls in privacy. Seeing a commanding officer breaking down is noted as one of the more horrific sights in any combat situation, so controlling his emotions is a skill he's been forced to take.
Mateo can be focused, almost completely, when being put upon tasks. Having partaken in some of the more exclusive and classified operations the Survey Corps have slipped under the noses of the public, the elite has found himself to understand all the possible dangers that lurk outside the walls and all the anomalies that they might encounter. Towards the younger and newer soldiers, he can seem quite protective, but also disciplinary towards their progress. Every soldier counts, so he sets his mind to seeing them all through each mission. Time and time again, the spirit of his work ethic has bagged him a great reputation, right up until his temporary discharge, throughout the multiple branches. However, since his temporary discharge, his copings as a leader have somewhat diminished, making him almost dependent on the team rather than his own decision making.
Background
Mateo was born many years after his older brother was, his mother being quite old and weak to look after him. Because of this, both Mateo and his brother Johan forged a strong brotherly bond that was almost impossible to break. The two were fantastic as a duo, always helping one another around the farm as both Johan and himself learnt to take care of their elders with success and dignity. As they grew up, however, the first signs of separation and conflict were afoot when Mateo decided what he wanted as a career. Every month, an expedition of saddled soldiers would ride past their home, sometimes stopping to see how they were and tell tales of their stories. The young boy was almost instantly intrigued and captured in the wonders of the walls and their commitment to protecting it. It filled him with courage and the lust for service, which easily conflicted Johan's opinions. Through the fear of losing his younger brother, Johan almost halted the dreams of Mateo in order to protect him from any harm; however, that didn't stop the boy from making his way come true. Mateo ran away, like any boy would do, shortly after his Mother's death, where he fled to the walls in seek for a purpose in life. No longer did he want to wait for the harvest to flourish, that was his brother's bidding to commit to.
The years passed, and through his training years, he excelled in the arts of ODM maneuverability and balance. This became his reason for success, and acted as a catalyst for his uprising. Ranking an impressive status of #4 in his training programme, he quickly denied the opportunity to serve in the Military Police in order to pursue his original and initial purpose for enlisting in the first place. Soon enough, he flew into the ranks of the Scouting Legion, eager to get the experience required to excel through life.
Mateo served an impressive deal of expeditions and side-jobs during his service, building a name for himself in defending the flanks of the expeditionary formation. After a misconception with the commander at the time, his superior could never pronounce the surname of Julius properly when reading it out on paper, causing him to shorten it to 'Jutt'. The reasons for this decision were strictly unknown, but it instantly stuck as a nickname, almost always replacing his initial surname. Eventually, as time passed onwards, Mateo was called up by his CO to partake in several small-scale reconnaissance operations involving scouting regions that weren't encountered on major expeditions. Eventually forging his way into a specialised Squad, he took part in some more dangerous operations, involving watching Titan groupings and
Herds moving along the hills of the horizon. The squad were good, great even, with their reputation of doing the bidding of whatever officer wished. However, the glory was short-lived, and after a horrific decision making from Mateo and two of his fellow comrades, most of the Squad weren't to return, resulting in a temporary discharge. Shameful and weakening as it was, he took the two years off to return to his hometown, seeking shelter and a place to stay.
His brother was more than happy to see him alive, but was still against his decision, having only seen him for the first time in years. The nephew that Mateo had left behind was now more mature, grown up and active as a child. Mateo took the time to get back into the gears of looking after the nephew, helping him grow up the way that Johan had shown him. Forging a strong relationship with him, he mused as to why his older brother had chosen his spouse's surname after their marriage. It was later revealed that the change was due to the shame that Mateo had brought unto the family, causing many family disputes over the months he spent living there. During his final year, Mateo was tasked with making money in a large-scale trading run across the entire wall's perimeter. Originally disagreeing to it, a violent clash between Mateo and his brother forced him to take Grant and leave for the trading route in fear that the violence may also be inflicted across to Grant. The two continued their journey in almost solitary, not hearing a single word from the family back at home.
It was during their last district on the tour where Mateo witnessed the Colossal Titan breach the walls, catching him off guard quicker than anything had ever done before. Even with the experience he had, the sight was quite terrifying, but the panic had almost neglected any signs of finding Grant. With panic, he searched the streets in sheer worry of losing his only loving member of his family. Before long, he was ushered out of the way, towards the gates, where he hoped to link up with his nephew as soon as he could. Luckily, the two managed to briefly meet at Wall Rose's safety, where they lived together for a short amount of time. Out of thin air, Mateo was once again called up for service earlier than expected, being dragged back into the uniform he was punished from wearing once before.
The years during Grant's training were mostly kept quiet for Mateo. He was once again enlisted to the expeditions, and became a supporting leader for several squads at a time. His time of service and valour eventually granted him the honours of becoming a Lance Corporal, where he would gain command of small groups himself, usually those who were fresh out of training. This was where he excelled further, and would continue onwards to produce some great soldiers again and again, until the time he would once again reunite with the family member he was split from in Trost.
Relevant Service
Year 837 to 840 - '101st Training Corps' | Year 841 to 843 - '1st Service of Scouting Legion' | Year 845 to ____ '2nd Service of Scouting Legion'
Statistics
Strength - 6
Combat/Gear Skill - 21
Agility - 10
Teamwork - 8
Leadership - 6
Family
Fern Julius - Mother [Deceased]
Ricardo Julius - Father [Deceased]
Thom Hyral - Older Brother [Survey Corps Captain]
Johan Julius - Older Brother [Unknown]
Grant Hyral - Nephew [Alive]
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Damien Turner
"I'd like to feel betrayed, but I signed up to this mission."
Name
Damien 'Volt' Turner
Gender
Male
Age
27
Place of Birth
Tribute - Epsilon Eridani System
Military Branch
UNSC 105th Marine Expeditionary Unit - [SOC] ODST
Appearance
Whilst in most pictures he looks weathered in skin complexion, Damien has quite a young-look, mostly because of his slightly younger age in comparison to most soldiers of his prestige. His height stands at around 5'11", being an average for most of the male helljumpers that serve the UNSC. His hair is usually left unattended too, despite the somewhat decent look to it, due to his remarks on wearing a helmet nullifying all attempts to present himself fashionably. His body shape is quite well-built, but not too much to brag about in comparison to the other, more brute-force ODSTs, such as those who specialise in demolitions or engineering. Looking back upon his face, his eyes glimmer an emerald-shade with his hair being the tone of a dirty jet-black. A not-so-thin stubble sits around his chin and mouth for the same reasons as his choice of hairstyle, knowing presentation isn't exactly key on a battlefield. Overly, he fits the standard description for any soldier, without having any special features that could easily make him noticeable amongst some of the more famous ODST personnel.
Damien's armour tends towards his specialisation, using a mobile electro-magnetic scanner as his helmet attachment. Though it can easily be mistaken for a sniper's visor, it's a lesser common variant that leans towards the detection and identification foreign and man-made powered machinery, including gadgets usually left around by either insurrectionists or the Covenant Empire. Moving away from just his helmet, the shoulder-pauldrons are more towards the standard issue, some of the mid-waist and arms are slightly more balanced between flexibility and armour, in-between the lighter marksmen and the heavier demolitions specialists. Across his lower chest, a series of hard-case pouches can be found, where utilities such as surveying equipment and other anti-technical tools are located. The coloured stripe/secondary colour on Turner's armour is a light shade of blue; in a specific manner, it is a blend of baby-blue and aqua.
Equipment
- BR55HB Service Rifle
- M6C-SOCOM Variant Handgun
- UNSC Standard Issue Combat Knife
- Type-6 Electronic Dispersal Grenades
- UNSC Technician's Datapad
- Helmet-mounted Scanner System
>Captain Damien 'Volt' Turner
>Fireteam CO/IC - Technical Devices Specialist - M.I.A.
>First Sergeant Arnold Griggs
>Fireteam 2IC- General Purpose Specialist - Relations between Turner and Griggs were solid, a good cooperation between them kept them alive in previous missions after their introduction. Turner held him to a high-regard and considered him the best subordinate he had access to. - K.I.A.
>Gunnery Sergeant Lucinda 'Knock' Graham
>2IC - Heavy Weapons Specialist - Whilst Graham and Turner got off on the wrong foot in their first mission and first impressions, they eventually grew to tolerate one another. This eventually led to a decent friendship that kept them both alive for long enough to respect one another's ranks and their positions in the military. - K.I.A.
>Corporal Jacob 'Baby' Nickelson
>Fireteam NCO - General Purpose Specialist - Nickelson and Turner never got on and it was always going to be apparent. Sometimes, Nickelson's spite for Turner as a person has interfered with their performance, being put down on UNSC records for his trouble-making behaviour. His nickname referred to how Turner viewed his sporadic and violent behaviour. - K.I.A.
>Lance Corporal Helen Farnsworn
>Fireteam JNCO - General Purpose Specialist - The best relation towards Turner, Farnsworn acted as Turner's greatest ally in all situations. The two were a military match, equalising their knowledge and teamwork towards improving each other's performance on the field. This proved very effective. - M.I.A.
>Private First Class Hiro 'Firework' Natamoto
>Fireteam Unit - Demolitions Specialist - The connection between Turner and Natamoto was always quite well-off. The two had been quite close off duty, and so they remained on duty. The closest thing to a brother that Natamoto has, Turner is seen as a viable asset to his commitment to Fireteam Chariot. - M.I.A.
>Private William 'Crack' Osuma
>Fireteam Unit - Sniper/Marksmen Specialist - Osuma was more of a silent type, being the newest assigned member to the team by the time Operation: Grey Axe showed up. However, both Turner and Osuma had managed to share a few missions with one another, increasing the respect they had towards each other. - K.I.A.
>Private Yusuf Lincoln
>Fireteam Unit - Close-Quarters Specialist - Lincoln was never a loud solider, nor ODST, and so he mostly held no connection to virtually every member of Chariot, except with Osuma. Turner suspects he has ties to ONI. - M.I.A.
>Private Pauline Austran
>Fireteam Unit - General Purpose Specialist - Austran and Turner were quite good friends when they first met, even sharing a few meals with one another off-duty in order to get to know one another better. All part of Austran's plan was to know her team first, then know her enemy; she became a very close friend to Turner in the short time she remained in the group without the arrival of Operation: Grey Axe. - M.I.A.
Specialisation
Technical Devices Specialist
Personality
Whilst talented on the field, the mindset of Damien isn't as most would expect. Sometimes he faces a slight anxiety about missions not going fully according to plan, especially as a commissioned officer, as it can result in serious harm for his team-mates or other allied personnel within the area. That is a mindset that sometimes sticks deep within him, like a dagger from behind. Anxiety aside, Damien likes to think of himself as a well-rounded ODST unit; there are no doubts that he isn't the most perfect out of his Fireteam, but that seems to be something he can accept. He cherishes his appearance amongst Chariot, a fireteam renowned for its high-operation count, as well as large amount of units per Fireteam. His confidence on the greater behalf is regularly quite high as with most ODST personnel. His attachment to UNSC Marines and other ODST personnel makes him quite the decent ally, but the friendships he makes can be easily broken by a few plasma shots.
Damien Turner can be quite the talkative person when downtime is ever available and definitely has a lot of stories about his past life, both military and civilian wise, that can reflect on many morals or wondrous achievements he's picked up along the way. These interesting tales have taught him to value his team, which he has easily picked up and settled inside his mind. The sense of community, knowing that whoever's back you cover they cover yours in return without a minute to think, is one of the most important feelings to him. When it comes to having to long-wolf it, that can be his issue. Whilst his marksmen skills aren't too bad, having multiple fire-modes on his BR55 Service Rifle, his combat skills are honed to suit his fighting style and to attempt dealing with any close-by hostiles. Unfortunately his sense of community has led to him becoming far too attached with soldiers, who when placed in dangerous situations has caused him to think irrationally for their benefit.
Biography
Damien was born on the planet of Tribute, not too far out from the larger cities, where he lived a close relationship with his father, a current Naval Officer at the time of his young age. As a father, Henry took good care of Damien, eventually allowing him and his wife to leave the planet and stay in localised systems so that they could never be too far away from him, no matter what mission he was on. Eventually, after a few years of travelling, Damien began to be based at the station known as 'Reading Station', a UNSC outpost located within an asteroid field that specialised in troop garrisoning and hospitality for passing medical vessels. Here, Damien underwent further education, under the watchful eye of his mother Jennifer and personal officer (assigned by Henry, of course) Kilo Roisla. He learnt an early rendition of tactics and UNSC ship identification, as well as sharpening his awareness of regular UNSC activity throughout the galaxy. This developed his early interest for the Military on a grand scale in comparison to simply having a Naval Officer as a father.
However, this ideal plan proved to be immensely flawed, as a small, seemingly alone Corvette from the Covenant Empire began to lay waste to the UNSC Station Damien was currently living within. The scanners weren't updated enough to catch the Corvette floating into UNSC space, and no one was able to trace where it came from. The possible ideas of a fleet sitting on their doorstep had terrified the personnel aboard the station very quickly. Caught off guard, this UNSC garrison failed to block the entrances in time to stop the infantry from securing their landing post. Large groups of Sangheili, Yanme'e and Unggoy quickly took control of the main hanger, cutting off the escaping routes for fleeing UNSC and civilian targets. This began the Reading-Station incident.
The strike had left the UNSC entrance vulnerable, which began a 2-day siege upon the Station. With the escape routes seemingly cut off, the civilians that hadn't been killed in the first bombardment, Damien included, were escorted by large groups of UNSC Defensive Army units. These soldiers were to be the key stronghold for the integrity of this battle, as most communications were being jammed by the Corvette's inner technological systems. Doors were barricaded off, and many soldiers offered to hold key corridors until it killed them, which would be one of the main sacrifices to win the battle overall. Damien witnessed firsthand a taste of what combat was really like against the new-enemy to the decade, the Covenant Empire. Fourteen soldiers were tasked with protecting Damien and his Mother across a short hallway, but a fifteen minute skirmish left seven of them dead. Many of the doors were sealed tightly to prevent the Covenant landing parties from getting too close.
By sneaking into the hanger and reopening its blast-doors, a large group of volunteers, mostly soldiers and a few civilians, quickly rushed out to attempt a landing on the Corvette. Whilst they were not heard of for a long time, eventually the communications jam went offline, allowing the call for reinforcements to be made. Eventually, the Corvette must have called a retreat order, making the remaining Covenant forces depart and leave the nearly eradicated base as they'd left it. Whilst the jamming systems were knocked out, saving the station all-together, Damien learnt from his younger age about the sacrifice of the soldiers who went in, apparently all dying to complete their objective. This inspired Damien, eventually beginning his path towards the UNSC.
The issues on Tribute were spicing up between the Insurrectionists, Covenant Scouting parties and the UNSC, but at that point Damien had been transferred to elsewhere to begin his training as a UNSC Marine within a Officer Training Academy. Graduating as a 2nd Lieutenant and enlisting into the 84th Technical Corps, a specialised unit designed to scan, retrieve and investigate the technology and devices of the Covenant through harsh extraction missions, Damien had made a few lucky escapes from failed missions. On top of this, he also had developed a sense of hopelessness in some cases, watching newly made friends go down like a sack-of-potatoes in some combat experiences. The several field-operations that involved both the UNSC Marines and UNSC Air Force to tackle objectives together made it very easy for Damien to become more open about his choices as a soldier. Eventually, after Operation: Rising Noon, the standard UNSC Marine got to see his first taste of the ODST specialists. After a retrieval operation went sky-high in how much went beyond the initial plan, the intensity of the firefight began to pick the friends of Damien off, one by one. Eventually, the call for reinforcements came in, and within 2 minutes HEV pods entered the atmosphere and crashed nearby, launching out a new-branch (at least to Damien) of unique soldiers who were equipped to face the worst. They were nicknamed the spartans-who-were-not, at least to the 84th. The name didn't really roll off the tongue so easily.
After the Operation was eventually deemed a failure, the instant jump into hell that the ODST did once again increased the respect Damien Turner had for them. This respect eventually turned into aspiration, as he signed up for the voluntary unit that excelled in the Orbital Drop sequence. Eventually, he entered the initial four-step training, which would eventually have him pass. Along the way of his training, he was introduced to Helen Farnsworn, someone who would become his greatest friend in his life of an ODST. The two shared a tremendous amount of time mingling about with other operators, eventually gaining access into the real-scenarios that could train them to work under dangerous circumstances. The training paid off once it was all over, as the two finally exceeded into the Orbital Drop Shock Troopers. Once he had gained his ranks, this time taking a promotion to First Lieutenant, Turner once again returned to his comfort zone of AI and Technical analysis, applying the knowledge to the field and acting as an intelligence soldier and disposal unit when in the field.
As listed on his service record, Damien was entered in a series of operations within two teams of ODSTs. At first he was part of a squad simply titled 'Romeo 8', which was later disbanded due to many casualties in the field. Just before its collapse, he was promoted to a Captain in the place of his previous CO's death, which would transfer over to his next assignment. The formation of Fireteam Chariot, the soon-to-be-many named fireteams specifically created in mind of the mission to Oman, occurred. Many of these fireteams, mostly based between the UNSC Army, Marines and ODSTs, were handpicked from their posts on Reach (and other military strongholds) at the time based upon records and psychological analysis as they prepared to embark on a perilous journey to a planet many expected to return home from...
>Major UNSC Marine Operations
>Operation: Black Ice
>Objective-based insertion into a Covenant mining facility in order to extract weapons for analysis. - Success with minimal casualties.
>Operation: Nimrod
>Objective-based drop into a heated battle in order to reach a jamming system for both analysis and deconstruction. - Partial success. Target was minorly damaged, making analysis difficult. Small casualties.
>Operation: Ethical Grace
>Support-based defence against a Covenant raiding party on UNSC Greater-England, an orbital battle platform defending local system planets. - Failure with many endured casualties.
>Operation: Mortar Flash
>Objective-based insertion into a heated battlefield. Target was a covenant generator needed for analysis, but a larger covenant force encircled the 84th and nearly wiped out the Squads. ODST support necessary. - Failure with too many casualties lost, barely any time to extract survivors.
>Major ODST Operations
>Operation: Desert Burst
>Raiding-based drop into a Covenant FOB currently terrorising the system's inhabitants. - Success with mediocre casualties. Covenant FOB recaptured by UNSC ODSTs.
>Operation: Vigilant Past
>Counter-Attack objective to support UNSC Army troops being bombarded by aerial and ground-based units - Success with large casualties.
>Operation: Grey-Axe
>Assassination mission against a high-ranking Covenant Fleet master - Presumed Failure, too many troops lost, two cruisers destroyed and thousands left behind on the planet's surface.
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Name
Thomas William McNicholas
Gender
Male
Age
21 - 11 Months
Nationality
Scottish - Glasgow
Date of Birth
August 15th
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Appearance
Thom McNicholas is of a slender and tall stature, having the physique of only plausible for not looking anorexic or unheathly. His skin is quite fair, save for his hands that are slightly blistered upon the fingers with minor calluses. Though his complexion isn't too pale nor too worrying in its appearance, he usually covers up the skinniness with long-sleeved clothing with personal reasoning behind it. His hair stands as a oak-brown tone, mixing well with his parakeet-eyes. Thom's hair usually doesn't get styled and remains in its natural ruffle like he intends, but on certain occasions the differentiation within his scalp's coat varies. Thom's main and defining feature, however, is his right leg. Or...what's now become his right leg. Though lightweight and not too disruptive of his ability to maintain an upright stance, it sometimes is noticeable that despite the cover-up he makes of this additional 'limb' due to the slight limp he remains to have.
Height
6' 4"
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Personality
With sometimes unsuccessful attempts, Thom aims to be the jovial man of the group, trying to keep the high spirit in order to keep himself happy at the same time. Whilst this conflicting motion of both trying to maintain his own positive mindset and presenting it in a way that others enjoy does provide many issues in the long run, Thom nevertheless perseveres onwards as he wishes to. Despite this, Thom tries to be as sociable as he can manage, which usually isn't a lot. His moderate anxiety sometimes provokes awkwardness in many situations, including performing and creating work alongside his friends or on his own. His main confidence, however, lies in his musical talent and broad knowledge in the theory of it all. It's no doubt that he's very empathetic towards others, but that can come at a price for his own self-happiness.
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Music Industry Role
Bassist of 'Endurance' and Composer
Career Details
Whilst he limits himself career-wise to the bassist of his band 'Endurance' and a composer, the musical broadness of his performing skills is quite large. Initially being a cellist, he can also play the likes of piano, viola and the bass guitar, both electronically and acoustically. His cello beginnings, being a now 14 year period, inspired him to expand his musical knowledge, leading towards his composition pathway and now current status in the band. Currently within 'Endurance', he performs on the Status Graphite as a more prominent bass, alongside the Gretsch G2220 Junior Jet II for songs without the lead guitarist. Composition wise, he remains quite avid of large orchestral mixes with modern synth work, though that varies depending on the project the composition is for. Two songs from 'Endurance' currently utilise small composition work from Thom.
Relative Experience
- Tutored in Cello by Oscar Edelweiss, a local string performer for the BBC's Symphony Orchestra. Eventually taught Double Bass, before he had to retire due to his ageing. Began learning at the age of 7 during Year 3 of his local primary school.
- Eventually self-taught piano from the age of 11 and began to branch out to several other instruments. Viola came next, then eventually he'd lead onto teaching himself the bass guitar at the age of 17 during sixth form.
- Formed the band alternative-rock band 'Hysteria' at the age of 18 with fellow Sixth Form students Julie Rosenberg, Gareth Lister, Amelia McGregor and Louis Henderson. After performing in small pubs, the attraction to the band came from a typical A&R Scout who happened to live locally. Upon signing to a moderate record label, their name changed to 'Endurance' for copyright reasons. The band utilised synthesizers alongside traditional alt-rock instruments, taking in all different kinds of genres along their career to expand their influence and experience.
- Joined his first independent film project with a small company in making a modern war-drama also at around this time. Composed the majority of the score and received an independent composition accommodation during a film festival.
- Continued to learn composition work and studio production upon joining University, but after leaving remained only in his band and with independent projects that were previously put on hiatus for the time being.
- At Thom's age of 19, 'Endurance' released their first EP titled 'Ethics' which was met at some national success, especially in the alt-rock genre in the western world. Whilst its fan-base didn't grow too wide from the EP, their first album in the December of that year expanded its popularity and allowing them to perform in several festivals. Their first album, 'Likelihood', highlighted several motifs of meaning in a heavy yet melodic genre. Didn't use many effects, but concerts introduce the use of musical effects and pedals that dramatically make them more popular. Scored a spot in the UK Top 40 at the place of 37, gaining their first major recognition, with the track 'Nameless'.
- After Thom just turning age of 20, 'Endurance' released an album named 'Expansion'. As the title suggested, this album was a complete experimentation with genre, using almost a different genre per song. Popular songs such as 'Ashes' featured funk-rock aspects, 'Song for the Worst' utilised a slower touch and 'Petrify' used upbeat synth-heavy work became live-sensations during concerts, as well as the heavier songs such as 'Decimate and Create' which focused on being grand for live performances. Certain songs are yet to be performed at their concerts, as they felt they needed to be a headlining act to be able to perform them.
- After much delay, nearly 2 years after the last album was released, 'Distorted Symphony' was released, a week prior to their invitation to the Daywing District. The album was mostly written by Thom during his recent experiences in life, and used more melancholic approaches to most of the songs, however still using their standard genres going back to their EP to keep it entertaining. Despite the different tones, it was given a handful of successful reviews the day before they left for Cystra City. The highlight song of the same name as the album stands at 29th on the UK Chart.
- Tutored in Cello by Oscar Edelweiss, a local string performer for the BBC's Symphony Orchestra. Eventually taught Double Bass, before he had to retire due to his ageing. Began learning at the age of 7 during Year 3 of his local primary school.
- Eventually self-taught piano from the age of 11 and began to branch out to several other instruments. Viola came next, then eventually he'd lead onto teaching himself the bass guitar at the age of 17 during sixth form.
- Formed the band alternative-rock band 'Hysteria' at the age of 18 with fellow Sixth Form students Julie Rosenberg, Gareth Lister, Amelia McGregor and Louis Henderson. After performing in small pubs, the attraction to the band came from a typical A&R Scout who happened to live locally. Upon signing to a moderate record label, their name changed to 'Endurance' for copyright reasons. The band utilised synthesizers alongside traditional alt-rock instruments, taking in all different kinds of genres along their career to expand their influence and experience.
- Joined his first independent film project with a small company in making a modern war-drama also at around this time. Composed the majority of the score and received an independent composition accommodation during a film festival.
- Continued to learn composition work and studio production upon joining University, but after leaving remained only in his band and with independent projects that were previously put on hiatus for the time being.
- At Thom's age of 19, 'Endurance' released their first EP titled 'Ethics' which was met at some national success, especially in the alt-rock genre in the western world. Whilst its fan-base didn't grow too wide from the EP, their first album in the December of that year expanded its popularity and allowing them to perform in several festivals. Their first album, 'Likelihood', highlighted several motifs of meaning in a heavy yet melodic genre. Didn't use many effects, but concerts introduce the use of musical effects and pedals that dramatically make them more popular. Scored a spot in the UK Top 40 at the place of 37, gaining their first major recognition, with the track 'Nameless'.
- After Thom just turning age of 20, 'Endurance' released an album named 'Expansion'. As the title suggested, this album was a complete experimentation with genre, using almost a different genre per song. Popular songs such as 'Ashes' featured funk-rock aspects, 'Song for the Worst' utilised a slower touch and 'Petrify' used upbeat synth-heavy work became live-sensations during concerts, as well as the heavier songs such as 'Decimate and Create' which focused on being grand for live performances. Certain songs are yet to be performed at their concerts, as they felt they needed to be a headlining act to be able to perform them.
- After much delay, nearly 2 years after the last album was released, 'Distorted Symphony' was released, a week prior to their invitation to the Daywing District. The album was mostly written by Thom during his recent experiences in life, and used more melancholic approaches to most of the songs, however still using their standard genres going back to their EP to keep it entertaining. Despite the different tones, it was given a handful of successful reviews the day before they left for Cystra City. The highlight song of the same name as the album stands at 29th on the UK Chart.
Julie Rosenberg
Frontman of the band, she serves as the singer and occasional guitarist. She also generally utilises synth instruments to expand the ability of sound effects throughout newer songs, and after recent events has become
Gareth Lister
The guitarist of the band, he utilises melodic tones and quick solo making in order to excel their songs' climaxes. He also stands as the lead acoustic guitarist during songs that require more than one.
Thom McNicholas
Bassist, backup synth player and orchestration composer for the band, Thom uses a lot of fuzz and distortion throughout their albums and is known for some catchy bass lines. He occasionally adds as a backup-singer for several songs on their list, but is yet to release a song where he sings alone, which is in the making.
Amelia McGregor
Drummer and lead percussionist for slower songs, Amelia has a recognisable style of unpredictability with her patterns and stylish playing. However, she is tone-deaf and refuses to sing. Ever.
Louis Henderson
The only non-Scottish person, Louis is a french synthesizer player that specialises in the electronic side of their songs. He also acts as backup guitarist and percussionist, as well as throwing in brass or woodwind instruments randomly into a few live performances.
Frontman of the band, she serves as the singer and occasional guitarist. She also generally utilises synth instruments to expand the ability of sound effects throughout newer songs, and after recent events has become
Gareth Lister
The guitarist of the band, he utilises melodic tones and quick solo making in order to excel their songs' climaxes. He also stands as the lead acoustic guitarist during songs that require more than one.
Thom McNicholas
Bassist, backup synth player and orchestration composer for the band, Thom uses a lot of fuzz and distortion throughout their albums and is known for some catchy bass lines. He occasionally adds as a backup-singer for several songs on their list, but is yet to release a song where he sings alone, which is in the making.
Amelia McGregor
Drummer and lead percussionist for slower songs, Amelia has a recognisable style of unpredictability with her patterns and stylish playing. However, she is tone-deaf and refuses to sing. Ever.
Louis Henderson
The only non-Scottish person, Louis is a french synthesizer player that specialises in the electronic side of their songs. He also acts as backup guitarist and percussionist, as well as throwing in brass or woodwind instruments randomly into a few live performances.
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Biography
Thom was brought up as the youngest of the two sons his parents brought into the world as a middle-class family in Glasgow. He was lucky enough to be acquainted to the city life, as it allowed him to develop an early interest in listening to music, much to his brother's annoyance. From an early age, it was quite clear that Thom wasn't going to be a sporty child like his elder brother. He had different motifs, but also wasn't fit enough to take part in most exercises. Most of these were blamed upon growing pains, as he would apparently experience for a large portion of his youth. There was no suspicion on the actual condition of young Thom's medical health until the age of 6, where after a routine checkup at his general practitioner he was administered to the local paediatric physiotherapist for checkups on his hand-eye coordination. Eventually, the diagnosis of dyspraxia was made, and became the first official milestone in his degrading health.
From there onward, the struggle through educational life became more apparent, as weaknesses in his arms and wrists led to a strange inability to write properly, using both of his hands at the same time to perform basic words until he couldn't write anymore. This usually lasted for 5 to 15 minutes before breaks were needed. More administrations to the physiotherapist would later start to question his actual health state from here onward. But around the same time, at the age of 7, Thom's primary school gave the options for musical lessons to be available, which immediately caught the interest of the boy. He had already done way too much listening to music during his early youth, and after the recent medical practices and lack of sport he'd do, Thom's parents thought the idea of playing an instrument would benefit him. And so it did. He began as a cellist under Oscar Edelweiss, a new teacher and previous cellist for the BBC Symphony Orchestra, that led to him excelling quickly in the instrument he chose. As the years went on, there was a stigma in his medical visits, meaning he could excel in playing instruments.
When secondary school began, Thom began to experience the change in maturity that everyone else felt, making him distance himself from other people and building a sense of anxiety that would stick with him for the rest of his life. However, at the same time of gaining this loneliness, he also found refuge in the music facilities, where he came across the unattended keyboards lying around. From here, Thom began to teach himself piano, as well as from curriculum music lessons, which then expanded onward from instruments he found lying around the school's music centre. The years stacked up and alongside that so did his musical knowledge. The viola added onto his collection soon after, as well as the double-bass. Eventually, by the time he finished his GCSEs and switched schools for Sixth Form, he added a modernised instrument onto the list. The Bass Guitar.
However, as he started to play, something that would finally realise the medical conditions he had, which had worsened over the last few years of secondary school, with something quite severe in order to do so. He discovered that after an incident of sporadic muscle breakdown, causing to a week-long paralysation, he had been blessed with wide-spread chronic pain since birth, explaining that the pains he suffered were not growing pains at all but the result of a failing body. The paralysation was warned to not be a one-off situation, rightfully so, as he eventually went into Sixth Form.
Sixth form was a decent time for Thom, allowing him to actually make a good group of friends who would later on go towards becoming 'Hysteria'. This alternative rock band that had set up didn't do much besides play at local theatres and building up their own recognition they had hoped to build as a foundation to turning semi-professional. This actually attracted the attention of a local A&R Scout for a rock label located within centralised England, who he reported to via their Scotland branch. The chance for their transition into semi-professionalism came towards them as they finished Sixth Form and transitioned to business, whilst all going to similarly related Universities and diploma-level apprenticeships. This delayed any releases of content until Thom was 19, a year after joining University.
During his time in University, Thom had finally begun to develop the skills of composition and music production within a London University in the Eastern Sections of the City. The use of orchestrating large groups to match scenes from given media provided by the other courses gave him the chance to fall in love with drafting notations into grand theme songs and scores for these colossal scenes. This began a new wish for Thom, as he thought of the idea of utilising it within the band. However, until they were going to release something they could all agree on, they wouldn't be able to fund that sort of plan.
Thom turned 19 and they eventually released their first EP in order to put their name into the world of music. Whilst this wasn't a big step for them, it allowed them to gain a form of recognition under the new alias of 'Endurance'. Shortly after the release of the EP, their first album also was introduced into the world. 'Likelihood' was a commercial success, at least for them, in the national region for Rock. It felt different, and began to attract the attention of the localised city of London. This would provide them with spots to play at smaller yet populated festivals and as a support act for a major rock band later that year. A year later, the release of 'Expansion' would also make its way into the world, eventually placing their first place into the Top 40 Charts of the UK and boosting their fame quite frantically. The album sold quite a lot, but fell short of a million copies within England at least. It was the first album that had a song that sold internationally to other Western countries. Also, with the help of Louis, the French also found its way into the world of Endurance. However, on the prime of their first major line of festival performances and the aim towards their first solo concert, something occurred...
As warned before, the paralysis happened once more, as Thom found himself unable to move for yet another week. This time, his right leg would be in immense pain throughout the entire experience. This week-long duration of being paralysed went on to unknowingly causing another chain reaction in his right leg, where the next few months saw him within a wheelchair and unable to move it. As the days went onwards, into the late-Spring Holiday of that year, he ended up getting an infection within that leg, resulting in the need to amputate it before it developed any further around his body. This chain of medical catastrophe had cancelled every known progression the band had at the moment, stopping them from performing. The band were okay with their pausing, though the fan-base not so much as Thom wished to keep the details scarce and undisclosed. He had to cancel his commitment to University as well, though they remained open for keeping his place if he were going to return someday.
This delay went on for almost two years, where during that time he randomly started to appear more in group performances as a way of self-rehabilitation. The aim was to fix his mental health that had decayed along with his weakening body. Endurance, half-jokingly, said they were going to make Thom famous before he'd have to step down or die, which warmed his heart and made him determined to continue. Not a lot of information about his amputation was made public, and he attempted to cover it up as much as he could through the building anxiety and detachment from the rest of the musical world during his rehabilitation (Save for the second film he composed music for during his absence). Thom eventually went on to finishing the third album, released nearly two years since the last one. It took a batch of genres and mixed them with previous album's ones, as written mostly by Thom himself. They had hints and highlights towards his life living under the medical deterioration, though most of it is too subtle to make out.
'Distorted Symphony' as a song and album actually went on to be their most successful album yet, allowing them to gain the 29th Spot on the UK charts, beating their previous entry onto it. This position had left the now recovering band in a place of reappearance, as many loyal fans within the UK had suspected they had broken up after Thom's disappearance. Endurance's achievement, within the week of releasing the album, eventually led to a letter of invitation...From Cystra City itself.
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Family
Howard McNicholas - Father [Alive]
Mary McNicholas - Mother [Alive]
Ewan McNicholas - Elder Brother [Alive]
Relationships
N/A for now. Will be updated later on in the RP.
N/A for now. Will be updated later on in the RP.
Character Theme
From: ~ Cystra City - The Art of Sound ~
OP
Jeep Wrangler VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Banned
Seen
1 yr ago
Name
Oscar 'Ed' McGuiness
Age
25 years - 11 months
Height - Weight
6' 1"/185cm - 156lbs
Nationality
Scottish
Gender
Male
Relationship - Sexuality
Single - Heterosexual
Likes
Music
Whilst broad in genre, Oscar's life is completely built around music in all its forms. Whether he loves or hates parts of it, it defines who he is.
Cycling/Hiking
When he first started his physiotherapy, alongside hiking, cycling was his go-to source of exercise and entertainment whenever he was free.
Blogging
Having spent a lot of time growing up around a small blog, Oscar has taken his film-industry score analysis site into a slightly more professional tone.
Performing
Alongside his production, mingling with other musicians and releasing songs to play live is something he can't get enough of. Despite his timid looks, he is said to give quite a decent solo show. Either that or the odd comic gag here or there.
Instrument Practicing
Relaxing, thought provoking and an acting sanctuary, the life he started revolved around his practice.
Dislikes
Forced Involvement
Oscar is the type of person that only likes doing what he volunteers or accepts. Anything forced is just out of the question.
Driving
Having been an avid driver back in Scotland, his final day driving left him nervous to go near any steering wheels. He is, however, fine with other people doing the driving for him.
Loneliness + Isolation
A common trait with most, his job has seen him be introverted from big collaborations. Seeing as he wishes to change that, Oscar now hopes for a prospecting time of socialisation.
Intoxication
Sure, others can do what they want. Just as long as it isn't forced into his own system, there wouldn't be a care in the world.
Issues in General
In the past, Oscar had been known to get easily stressed out over small things instead of large issues. Sometimes the issue persists.
Zodiac
Virgo
Appearance
Special Talents
Musically Gifted
Growing up around music has given him the will to practice all forms of music he wishes. Primarily a bassist, piano and french horn player, he occasionally branches out and attempts new instruments on the regular for his own professional benefit. Recently, singing has been a large point of interest.
Profession
Independent Music Composer/ Performer - Occasional Radio Host
Properties of Interest
Western Shore House
Central Point Media Centre - Work Office
PRM Broadcast Centre
Family
Parents - Douglas and Juliette
Currently living in Vancouver, keep occasional contact.
Sister - Eloise
Currently living in Sol City as well, his non-identical twin sister, Ella, currently remains as the main chat-show and radio dj for the PRM Station, hence why Oscar occasionally makes an appearance as a regular side-host.
Personality
Oscar tends to hold a very happy-go-lucky persona when around many of the others of Sol City. In recent light of his success with recent composition work after being contracted by a televised organisation, as well as the influx of performances at local bars, pubs and clubs, he's found himself cheering up after the first few years he'd spent in the city. Without much financial worries to keep him under pressure, he finds work to be an upmost focus and continues to share his experiences in relation to it when he can, though if he manages to get caught in the interest of another person he can easily find the time to visit them as such. Because of this, Oscar has become far more of a sociable member of society in contrast to the once introverted, nervous and bottled up soul he was prior. Yet, in some situations, that anxiety can still be seen and caught by the eyes of others.
Now that he's discovered his more outing personality, he takes the time to try new things that others may find interesting at the benefit of them, though only if he agrees to such terms in the first place.
Biography
Early childhood was quite simplistic for Oscar. He was born alongside his twin-sister Eloise, whose bond with her equal brother was greater than most other sibling relationships. The family weren't overly wealthy but they had more than enough to get by with a comfortable life that didn't boast extremity or exoticism. Education was more than enough to get by, and music took a large toll in his lifestyle. His childhood mainly consisted of practicing, performing at local concerts within Edinburgh or attempting to write his first batch of songs. Initially, he began on the piano and french horn, taking a classical route in the music career path. However, the kicks he managed to get out of performing peaked when he discovered different bands, artists and explored the vast world of musical talent. Eventually, this led to him self-teaching the guitar and its bass counterpart, before moving onto more electronic versions of the piano such as synthersisers found lying around his secondary school. Those were the good days, at least, and once he hit his 17th birthday, things started to take a large turn for the worst.
Being a recent graduate of his driving license, Oscar had a deep obsession with going out to drive. Taking mates and friends from all around, they would go to concerts in England, drive up to the beach and generally enjoy what freedom they were being granted. It wasn't reckless, nor was it irresponsible, but on October 24th, that same year, he suffered greatly. After panicking whilst on a motorway during a solo-drive towards a long-distance friend, Oscar was unfortunate enough to lose control of the car's stability and cause himself quite a fatal crash. Most of the memories were very vague and blurry, but Oscar remembered awaiting for emergency services with nothing but extreme pain shooting down his right leg below the knee. Rushed to hospital and eventually reunited with his family, the near-adult was left in a fortnight-lengthened controlled coma before reawakening. And to his surprise, an apparent amputation from his right leg, knee downwards, was partaken for reasons he still wasn't fully comprehensible of. And so, the months of waiting began, hopelessly, spending his time sat within a ward awaiting reassignment to somewhere that could take him in for rehabilitation.
It took an entire month for the first hospital to open up interest in taking him under their wing. Sol City was praised for its medical staff and so offered him a place in a private detachment coexisting within Sol's medical network. Immediately, he was rushed overseas to live out his new life, repairing the damage that had been inflicted upon him by fate itself. Adamant about his recovery, Ella kept by his side and even found herself settling down within Sol City the next year in order to keep a watchful eye on her sibling's recovery. Progress was slow at first, but physiotherapy brought the best out of him. Even in his free time, Oscar was offered practice periods to continue his passion and maintain mental stability throughout the recovery process. This cycle of work, play, work and followed by play was ceased 2 years prior to his 25th birthday, where mass procedures in building up the strength required to use a prosthetic were finally completed. Now with an issued prosthetic right leg, he was finally cleared from rehabilitation and gifted with the chance to work. Understanding all that he'd missed in his years of mental and physical rehabilitation, Oscar was assisted by a client, alongside his sister, who'd landed a rightful role as a radio presenter, as reference for his talents.
His first season of work came in the form of a documentary's score, accompanying a detailed insight on the city for PR tourism attraction. Whilst the pay was more than enough to get him started, he had to return into the caring arms of his sister for more work within the radio broadcasting scene. For another year, leading towards his 24th birthday, he assisted his sister daily on the microphone and did many of the backing soundtracks between segments as part of his contract. Adding more essence to the show, he was regarded as getting quite a successful lift off from his downtrodden past experiences within Sol City. It was here that the opportunity for live performances arose, and both Ella and himself started touring around the local clubs as a duet in many forms of music. From simple, slow and calming arrangements to upbeat, heavy soundtracks, his sister's applications of drums and piano were perfect for their larger introduction into the music scene. Gaining the experience he had from both performing and small notoriety due to his appearances live, he was eventually offered a contract with a Sol-Based gaming development team to spend 4 months composing half of its score. And as expected, he did so, providing a long and enriched orchestral soundtrack accompanied by modern electronic soundscapes. The money he gained from such experience, adding onto the total he'd made from co-presenting the show, gave him way more than enough to purchase his own house in Western Shores and office work-space in Central Point. Once his 25th birthday had come around, he was where he wanted to be, albeit with an absent limb.
Nowadays, Oscar has a wide array of contacts that he keeps close for business. Occasionally working alongside the same development company, as sell as several film and television projects, stability in his finances were at large at thriving, giving him the time and space he needed to settle down and restart his social life that he had lost those eight years ago in Scotland. An attempt or two at the romantic scene was attempted, but he ultimately was driven away by those he was paired with. This hasn't stopped him from being an active seeker, yet he still likes to consider all-around companionship to be his social goal before the end of the year. Using most of his funding to purchase a fantastic range of equipment for his job and performing abilities both solo and alongside Ella, he has comfortably regained the potential he once had as a younger man.
Currently Owned Instruments
Guitars
Fender Telecaster + TAYLOR 224ce Acoustic Guitar
Basses
Status Graphite + Gretsch Junior Jet II G2220
Pianos
YAMAHA Clavinova CVP709GP
Synthesisers
Korg MicroKorg + ROLI Seaboard Rise-49
Other Instruments
Schmid Compensating Triple French Horn + Klaus Heffler Cello
Favourite Song
Ideal Actor
Ewan McGregor
OP
Jeep Wrangler VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Banned
Seen
1 yr ago
Aleyev Yanovich
Name
Aleyev Yanovich
Age
24 Years
Gender
Male
Birth
November 4th, 1924 - Suzdal, USSR
Appearance
Roughly 6'1" in height, Aleyev stands at a fair height for a man of his age. He has a brown shade of hair which still has hints of the brighter blonde he held as a youngster. The style is never really as neat and more ruffled than as expected, as the harsh reality of war has shown him formality gets killed within minutes of being on the frontlines. Aleyev's eyes shimmer a glistening emerald shade, which contrasts against the dirt-ridden world him and his comrades are to be plunged into. A heavy stubble surrounds his mouth and lower face. His body structure, as a whole, is moderately well-built, though there's nothing too much to brag about. The uniform worn in Squad 914 is the usual attire of the Russian Infantryman, but loosened in areas, battle worn and altered with a few harnesses usually used for carrying rifles. Upon his face lies a scar across his cheek, and a burn mark stains a small area of his right shoulder.
Personality
Though one of the two more 'Experienced' members of Squad 914, as considered by the USSR Military Staff, Aleyev managed to maintain his humanity and humour throughout his dismal career. One moral virtue he has followed throughout the few years of combat he's served is that he must know who his comrades are in order to survive. This can lead to dire consequences when their death comes around, it helps boost his confidence that may sometimes be lost and scattered in his early days on the frontline. Mass slaughter during Kursk and engagements at Leningrad have left him far too considerate for those he grows attached to; he can be compassionate to those who serve around him, but also tough in ensuring less mistakes are made. Whilst not the ideal leader, he does show potential for taking charge or supporting Non-Commissioned Officers in the act of war.
Relationships
To be updated...
To be updated...
Classification
Specialist
PPSH-41 with a refined barrel for lengthened shots
Tokarev TT-32
4x Issued Molotov Cocktails
Standard-issue Soviet Machete
Experimental Gear
Whilst appearing like a general handgun, the SHG-48 acts as a multi-use compressed support-handgun for infantry personnel with capabilities of both supporting friendly units, providing new routes or harming hostile infantry with quick succession. One of Stalin's research officers, Atyre Ushaeke, was given this by a defective Spanish engineer, who had been given these plans by his superior in order to enhance the arsenal of the Spanish Infantry. This engineer was a supporter of the democratic Spanish ideals during the Civil War, and was unable to reach British intelligence in time for a secure development programme. The equipment given to Atyre showed a rifle capable of firing multiple unique ammunition rounds at incoming infantry. However, when the engineer tried to escape the Russian lands, fearing German invasion, he was accidentally shot by Guardsmen of the research facility he had been assigned to.
Atyre showed the documentations to Stalin, hearing that he'd be approving multiple types of experimental weaponry for the Red Army. What Stalin found frustrating was the fact that there was no guidance of how to build it, and the impractical size of the rifle. This resulted in Atyre being forced to make improvements to the design, knowing that the Spanish may have copies of the document. His knowledge of out-mastering the designs of the opposition came at the cost of high expectations. Atyre, however, developed the SHG-48 eventually.
Whilst the concepts of the original Spanish design were similar, the SHG-48 was created. A large handgun, roughly the size of a sawn-off Double-barreled shotgun, it was scaled down from the original design to act as a projectile launcher in the form of experiment ammunition, which were developed and tested before being cleared for field-testing. The SHG-48 loaded single cartridges and canisters of ammunition into the side, where a hammer controlled the slider where the ammunition was entered from. First of all, the developed lethal canister given as ammunition was the 'Impact Gas-Canister'. Using similar detergents from the Great War, lethal toxic gas was compressed down into an impact-based round that exploded and released the gas with quick responses. The purpose of this ammunition was to either clear out areas or kill enemy forces before they had time to react to a releasing gas, making it greater than a regular canister grenade.
After this, the weapon was given an ammunition designed to burn. As Atyre was clearly inspired by many different grenade weaponry that the Red Army had the ability to use, incendiary rounds were also created for Close-Quarter clearing. Upon the pressing of the trigger, a short-burst of the compressed and heated gas would burn out from the front of the barrel for roughly half a second. Whilst not having the long-term advantage of constantly reigning fire upon the foe, or the extended range, it would alight the clothing and equipment of any individual caught within a six metre distance.
Another round unique for the weapon is the 'Charge' round. Whilst grenade-launchers were common as rifle attachments, Stalin had hoped to create a small, handheld firearm that had the potential to bring the same mechanics. However, the difference with Atyre's 'Charge' rounds was that it wasn't fully designed to fire grenades to kill. Using an arced tip, like a drill, the rounds were designed to dig into a surface and explode. Using an analogue timer, the user would turn the dial to create a time-delay for the explosion which could be between three to sixty seconds. Whilst some may presume that they were for injuring or killing, Atyre was to train the experimental user to use it for creating new pathways, the drill functioning best in some metal and concrete surfaces. This would be used to break through housing walls, not thick base concrete, and allow the team to move, if enough rounds are used, through small gaps in buildings. Another use can be looked towards using it to lightly damage small armour, such as tank treds or side-car motorbikes.
The final unique round is the 'Shrapnel' round. The Shrapnel round was designed to be used for situations such as infiltration, hoping the weapon could be targeted towards resistance members to sell as profit. Using the compression system, the noise the SHG-48 made was not as loud as expected. This meant that the user could fire a small projectile for a given distance. However, the design of the round failed in shooting individual rounds, eventually leading to a 'Shrapnel' effect. Like a fragmentation grenade, but less destructive, the weapon was used to clear out small rooms or machine-gun nests by direct fire, rather than needing to get close enough to lob a grenade inside. However, there is a restriction on medium-to-large range, as the user has no direct optic or accuracy to use.
Other types of small rounds used for the weapon that give it support needs are small flares and regular smoke rounds. These allow it to be used by both users for attacking enemies and doing general support events behind the act of war.
The weapon itself was powered by a compression system. Canisters were inserted into the grip of the handgun, where each canister could provide between 4-9 shots before needing a reload. The size of the compression canisters allow for decent ammunition amounts to be on a person. In Squads and teams, canister ammunition were ideally stored in the field-bags of soldiers or in crates of walking tanks and regular tanks. However, if shot, these have the power to create a small burst of air. This is enough only to fling the user or a very-close individual to aside, though Atyre predicts it shouldn't be enough to kill or majorly harm anyone.
Background
Aleyev was born to a Russian widow in 1924 in the settlement of Suzdal. Not being too far North of Moscow, he was able to visit the Capital regularly and gain the interests of the culture he lived around. As a boy, he dreamed of moving towards the western directions, heading into inner-Europe to try out other cultures as and aspiring photographer or journalist. His mother married another man, who became a loving step-father to Aleyev. Unfortunately, before he had the time to finish his studies, get a job, earn enough money and move west, Fascism happened.
The world around Aleyev fell apart as the Second World War was initiated. Whilst Russia did not fight Germany at first, or show any real involvement except from a few unheard battles against the Japanese, the fact Europe was cut off from the rest of the World devastated him. However, it wasn't until the initial invasion of the Soviet Union that left his world shattered into pieces. Without warning, soldiers flooded the town, military police personnel began evacuating children into a more centralized area of the USSR, hoping to give them early training for the upcoming battles ahead. Though by 1939 Aleyev was 15, he was still taken away alongside the rest of the youngsters.
He wrote to his mother a lot, hearing about the accommodations that his Step-father was achieving as a successful soldier, even through the winter victories throughout the first few years of the war. Aleyev was proud of his family, and his mother for taking up a job in a militarized factory. Stalin needed everyone's help to defeat the Fuhrer, and every family was needed. At least his was doing their part. It wasn't until late 1942 when his smiles would decimate. The news was everywhere...Axis Powers initiated Operation: Sealion.
Though the children and people of Russia were not directly linked to Great Britain in any way, they understood what it meant. With France gone, and now the British soil under the control of the Axis, the full swing of the opposition would set its eyes upon the USSR sooner or later. And as predicted, the Russians were the only target by 1943. Families began to flood back from the eastern side of the Soviet Union, as the predictions of war had taken its toll. The Germans were heard of making gains, retaking all of Poland, despite the pact they had with the USSR. A slow, but progressive movement made its way towards Moscow, but it was being held back by an almost uncomfortable size of troops from the Red Army. And it was by 1945 that the stalemate began. What would become three years of stillness, but fully blended with chaos, would be the days that Aleyev would live for. When he turned 18, he finally denied the thoughts of refusing conscription, signing up after hearing of the havoc on the war-grounds.
The Step-Father of Aleyev was met only once after signing up, only happening to be in the same camp as he was during Aleyev's training. The two met, spent the day together, discovering about the time they had apart and what had been done. An officer of the field, his Step-father was a proud addition to the Yanovich family. But the time to meet was short, as the next morning the commanding officers had him shipped out, on a flanking mission to insert via Greece in an 1946 operation. He never made it ashore as the news headlines broke out. No one made it back, not even the naval fleet sent out to support them. It was a disaster, something Stalin punished his officers heavily for.
By early-to-mid-1946, Aleyev received his first taste of combat. On the defensive line around Kursk, where the Germans had numerously tried to take again and again, Aleyev saw his first days of defensive firing. He defended, day in and day out, for a year, with the occasional charges that gained only a few hundred yards of ground than what they had before. It was here he learnt the true meaning of comradeship, to value your brother or sister in arms in order to survive out in the field. It was until 1947 where he remained in the fields of Kursk, waiting and fighting with people he learnt to trust.
And as of then, he was transferred, where the attempts to take back the lost city of Leningrad were made. Here, what should have been a devious win for the Soviet Union turned out to be a year of hell. The 2nd Shock Army, where Aleyev was placed within, were encircled and cornered for the months to come. Many lives were lost, as the desolate city turned into a place of small skirmishes, urbanised warfare and ambushes following that of a metropolitan guerrilla. Nowhere was safe. Aleyev rarely opted to speak about his experiences in Leningrad, as should anyone who managed to make it out alive. Due to how disorganised the Soviet troops were during the attempts to recapture the city, it's uncertain how many people died, what battles occurred during that year and how many German, Italian and Spanish troops were killed during that time.
Once the 4th Shock Army made a temporary breach in the circumference around the city, which had trapped over 500,000 Soviet Troops for the entire year, there was a seven hour period in which all units who were still trapped had to make it to the breach before it were to be abandoned. The casualties of the 4th Shock Army were the result of this temporary breach, but hundreds of soldiers who managed to find out about the breach rushed as fast as their hearts and will to live could take them. 549 troops managed to reach the exit in time, before the 4th Shock Army were forced to withdraw. It is estimated that a further 6,000 Soviet Troops were still in the City after its abandonment. Many Soviet Generals and the survivors regret leaving, saying they should've stayed even with the opportunity to withdraw - commending their deaths.
From then, Aleyev reached 24 years old, two days after he returned to the safety of the Red Army's territory. It was November by the time he had returned. He spent the next month going through a recovery programme set up for the 500+ soldiers who had made it out of the city. Whilst the luxuries they were given weren't far greater than what they were normally used to, the fact they weren't to fight made it a heroes return. Many of those didn't feel like heroes, though. By the start of 1948, January, a man approached him whilst sitting on a 'Platoon' balcony, where about 60 men were living at the time of the programme. He stated that by the order of Stalin, Aleyev was needed for something a lot more crucial. The words "The Soviet Union were now the torch against the Fascist foe" were enough to get him interested. And it was here that Aleyev was called to meet Atyre Ushaeke, the infamous scientists and inventor who Stalin took a large interest in...
Experience
Basic Training - A few months
The Continuous Defense at Kursk - April to December - 1946
The Disaster at Leningrad / Operation High-Wind - January to November - 1947
Family
Otto Hudsvaka - Step Father [K.I.A.]
Alyona Yanovich - Mother [Alive]
Theme Song
OP
Jeep Wrangler VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Banned
Seen
1 yr ago
"Un âge de l'acier fait de l'horreur découragée."
Name
Robin Peltier
Age
27 Years - 11 months
Gender
Male
Birth-date / Location
Amiens, France - 5th October, 2066
Appearance
Robin stands at the more basic height of 5' 10", which is an optimal body size for someone of his piloting technique. More noticeable than his height is his pure brown hair that stands in a ruffled, shortened cut in order to avoid getting in the way of the Goliath heads-up-display. With an aqua shine to his irises and rather average build for a man of his age, Robin doesn't massively boast the typical look that soldiers are expected to come by as. More-so, his expectations as a pilot has made for him becoming somewhat disheartened by his meeker appearance, but it comes with its benefits of flexibility and mobility. Though hardly developed in his muscular appearance, Robin definitely can hold himself comfortably for the tense job of a Goliath pilot, handling the controls as easily as any other rookie could. As for his attire, it is most likely that the standardised uniform supplied by the M.F.H. was not adequate for his style of piloting. For this fact, most of the armour that was given to the more brutish of enlistees was stripped down for a more flexible and lighter look, only containing a few webbing pouches for handheld weaponry, slots for portable components within his Goliath and other pieces of necessities. His skin is toned as any late-western European's were to, slightly tanned but rarely distinguishable from any other standing country still left within the Commonwealth.
Personality
Robin has records that, on paper, look quite promising to his fellow superiors looking to recruit him. As a son of politician and officer alike, he holds an innate ability to follow his beliefs to the core. However, what differs him from his parents is the burning compassion to maintain frivolous connections between those he serves with and others who may come into contact with him. This dependency and unhealthy need for camaraderie is heavily influenced by feelings of loneliness in his younger years. This passion has been a driving force for his moderate success during his training days and may prove to be helpful on the battlefield during his first deployment, but the psych-profile has always been unsure of what to make of Robin. Sometimes he lurches between acting jovial and determined to disheartened and worried within the blink of an eye. Situations are a key catalyst to such mood-swings but in the recent months of training these thoughts seemed to be dying down.
Within his Goliath, reports have stated that his ambition is key to his talent. Whilst it isn't an incredible or unique talent to hold, Robin takes pride in his difficult strategies and sometimes has been seen to refuse rational options for something he is comfortable with. Again, this is something officers have attempted to advise against allowance as jeopardy against fellow soldiers or pilots may come as a consequence. However, his dependence of his teammates and attraction to growing closer towards those he isn't fully acquainted towards acts as a deterrence towards such behaviours. As of now, there have been no signs of Goliath Psychotic After-Effects (GPAs) since his training has concluded. Medical staff conclude that if he is to survive the first few battles, his demanding mental and physical combat style and Goliath may drain him quickly to this point. Further analysis is advised, and as such PLO-552 has been assigned as his artificial intelligence.
Rank
Private First Class - Decided via completion of Training
Pilot Equipment
As for his standard issue equipment, Robin has access to repair tools for integral system management within his Goliath for emergency matters. Following this, Robin also has direct access to the M.F.H's standard issue 'Talon PDW' for personal defence and combat operations outside of his Goliath. These have been field-tested in the past to operate effectively against Ukon Husks and only a handful of reports against Ukon Primes have come back, though mostly under heavy classification. On top of this, the standard-issue 'Mojave-White Dataknife' is always kept at a close hand, acting as a technological scrutiny system as well as a brutal blade to protect him in dire circumstances. Apart from different magazines, datapads and other essentials, Robin barely keeps much on his personal attire and stores most items within the Goliath he pilots.
Goliath
Under the Angel-Class manufacturing line of Goliaths, the PBG-17 operates as a mobile and capable, advanced variant of its classification. Recently hitting its 17th Model under the Propulsion Based Goliath family, Robin's model is specifically tailored to his style of combat and piloting. As most Angel-Class Goliaths do, armour had been mostly stripped down to allow for greater movement, speed and agility for most combat situations. Similarly, it has enough of a protective shell to ensure that regular elements, collisions and expected damage is repelled until it is heavily pressured by concentrated fire or weight. To most pilots this seems to be a risk, but those able to control the speed and flexibility via their neural link find the Angel-Class PBG-17 to be a delightful operations Goliath. Robin is one of these believers, having trained with it from the start of his recruitment days. Within its rear and spine, this mechanised weapon contains a propulsion device, as its model suggests, which further enhances its manoeuvrability and pacing. Unlike previous models, the 17th variant relies less on the power each engine provides and reduces its flying/gliding capabilities to a minimum. This means that the propulsion device is a ground-based system but has been recorded by veteran pilots to be useful in Goliath jumps and scathing larger Ukon Husks.
With the regular specifications noted, Robin's own personal variant acts as a wildcard edition. Most Angel-Class Goliaths focus on range and safety for their lighter frameworks, but Robin somewhat ignorantly chose medium and close-range weaponry for his main armaments. A 25mm Autocannon, supplied with a large belt-fed ammunition system, acts as his right-hand tool of offence and defence. Whilst primarily designed to clear the smaller yet larger hordes of Husks and Prime squads, it packs the calibre to punch through the larger adversaries that the M.F.H. are likely to face. Robin has tried his best to adapt to such changes, seeing as he was mistrusting of the sniper-variants of autocannons, and thus has found himself in a small predicament of ignorance when it comes to his safety. Equally, Robin was eager to choose some basis of experimental weaponry, but ended up with the Goliath-Held Arc-Cleaver, a serrated broadsword for Goliaths to cut through flesh and bone with ease. More-so, the experimentation comes in its electrical design, boasting arc-based effects to shock and stun oppositions, as well as offer more lethal defensive capabilities. Finally, the shoulder-mounted armament to his Goliath comes in the form of a direct-laser launcher, a beam of heated energy that only bursts for a very short time before needing to exhaust its fumes. Highly lethal, it acts as a good counter-measure to approaching foes that are deemed too strong.
PLO-552, or commonly referred to by Robin as POLO, acts as the personality of his Goliath and direct assistant to battlefield information and neural connection. POLO takes up the form of a red-sphere with a brighter centre beam, symbolising a holographic eye without the fleshy features a human may have. As asked by a psychiatrist during training, Robin was revealed to have a comforting connection to its smooth English voice and constantly referred its shape as warming. POLO is the 552nd instalment of his/her operating system, meaning that in terms of the artificial intelligence race it proves to be somewhat ahead of the game. Pilots who trained at the same time as Robin and POLO were also given the same model under different names.
POLO has already forged a neural link between itself and Robin, helping to bridge the gap between his Goliath and himself. Because of this deep connection, the accuracy of Robin's mental configuration and control over his Goliath is at a peak, giving him a slight edge over other mechanised pilots of similar experience. However, this has already been advised to be dangerous to the future as the GPAs may come heavily. For this to be combated, operating staff before Robin's graduation ceremony upgraded POLO to have vastly higher storage capabilities in an attempt to ensure that all memory fragments are safely returned post Goliath usage. There is no confirmation on whether it will work or not, but POLO seems to be quite adamant that they are capable of doing such. As all AIs do, POLO has access to remotely control the pilot, however that requires separating the neural link from the pilot until the process is over. Communication over the radio is then required to uphold communication. Reigniting their connection can damage Robin, however, and may prove fatal in the future.
Background
During the time of his introduction to the world, the Invasion was already five years into its progress. A lot of countries were falling and a line had barely been scrambled halfway through Germany down to Italy. Because of this, both Marc and Éva Peltier, mother and father to their firstborn son, lived in constant fear. They were mostly required to stay very close to the frontline from the City of Amiens due to Marc's field of work, operating as a Group Captain within the Commonwealth's Air Force. For the time being, Amiens did have the somewhat quiet appeal of a city far from the frontline, as Marc used its walls as a station for his headquarters and planning prospect, but Éva never felt safe. As a politician she was keen on escaping back to the United Kingdom, her birthplace, to continue to repair the disarray their government was in during the first decade of war. Until that day could come, she was placed in charge with working and raising her first child within a world a fear and horror. Without personally seeing the frontlines unlike Marc had, she was keen to make sure Robin remained protected and safe. It was difficult to shield the child from the first few years of development, knowing that day by day, the Ukon species were drawing closer to the French and Benelux borders at every passing hour. Robin learnt primarily to speak French due to his father's teachings, who was somewhat hopeful to get him as a tactical officer for the Commonwealth Air Force to ensure they were always close together. However, due to his mother's inability to speak the language, he also had to learn English to keep up with the conversations he shared with his paternal guider. Schools remained the same as they had since the start of the war, barebones and lacking students, sometimes using propaganda material to swoon the eyes and ears of eager children trying to figure out their goals for life. And it was during his last week at school that the military life sparked interest in Robin's mind.
There were plenty of romanticised stories of courage and sacrifice surrounding the struggles beyond the French border, but none of the horrifying tales ever reached the homeland. Those who did tell of such terrible tales were rebranded as heroes and were praised for facing the horrible and coming out alive, further reinforcing the public's will to enlist. Éva found it to be politically and morally evil to do such things, but she could not utter a word of the truth without risking her own, or son's, life from arrest. A position of power was needed in these dying times and the world was screaming for a new light, to which Éva hoped to bring. In contrast to her husband, she wanted to bring Robin into the business of political correctness, Utopian ideals and break down the possible corruptions within the Commonwealth to secure a victorious push against the Ukon invasion. But by the time she expressed this to Robin, who was aged 8 at the time, it was too late. He was already wondrous about the idea of joining the military, flying or fighting with the men and women who were always doing so. It displeased Éva greatly, making her somewhat neglectful of his dreams and hopes. It was soon that Robin began to feel a sudden emptiness within his heart that was not felt before. His mother was now beginning to distance herself. One evening, she wrote a letter to Marc and claimed she was heading back to the United Kingdom for Commonwealth political work, but she really had desires of her own. And so, Marc was forced to take a step away from his position momentarily to ensure that Robin was properly looked after. That in itself didn't last long and he was forced to hire a guardian for Robin when he returned to the workplace. This feeling of abandonment stuck with Robin and is rumoured to still be around to this very day.
His guardian was sweet and kind, a nice beautiful blonde woman of the name Lisa Sardou. She valued the safety of him during his growth and continued to instruct him in both English and French. His native tongue was required for his family's ideals whilst the English was necessary to communicate throughout the remainder of the Commonwealth. Time passed and he continued to grow through his teenage years when the year 2081 came about. Fifteen years of age was the time where everything changed. The alarms blared, the streets became filled with panic. Within minutes, Robin was loaded into a car, courtesy as a politician's son, and was evacuated off from Amiens. There was little time to comprehend it all, but his father Marc had stated that he was to remain in solitude working for a new military group in France, despite needing to look after his son. And with a strange yet short goodbye, they were departed from one another for the many years to come. And the days passed, news of Amiens remained under the cloak and guarded by the dagger before he arrived in London, deemed to continue and finish the rest of his childhood under the Commonwealth's Capital protection.
Life remained dull, boring and lonely. Without parents by his side Robin grew somewhat tiresome of his guardian's distancing and lack of friends. He kept himself up at night every week reading the tales reported from the frontlines. Stories of soldiers making great last stands and saving friends, comrades and lovers on the field of war. It inspired him, just like any dumb child would have believed. It was denial that was keeping him from accepting the truth of his mother, one that would surely bite him in the arse for years to come. And so, when he hit the young, mature age of 18 years, he finally enlisted into a volunteer Cadet Corps. Whilst it was somewhat expected for him to join the military right away, he wanted to find his place and where he wished to go. Sure his father, who still confused him by his sudden departure, wanted him to go into the Air Force, but the CAF did not fully catch his attention. After a few years of training himself and other cadets, he eventually became inspired when the M.F.H. became the poster-men of the front page. And it was by the age of 25 where he finally found himself entering the Goliath Training Programme, determined to make a difference in the world. It was foolish to think so, as the final graduation came about. Being partnered with POLO and his own Goliath made him find a place in the 15th Rangers Squadron, alongside a face he would soon learn to trust more than anything else when he discovered what the war was to become...
Experience
7 years cadet service
1.5 years in Goliath Training
Family
Marc Peltier - Father [Unknown]
Éva Peltier - Mother [Political Figurehead in the Commonwealth - Alive]
Theme Song
OP
Jeep Wrangler VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Banned
Seen
1 yr ago
"Le bâtard ne va pas nous échapper une fois de plus..."
Name
Jean-Claude Chapelle
Operator Alias
Fibre
Age
29
Gender
Male
Nationality
French
Birth-date / Location
March 26th | Amiens, France
Allegiance
NATO - DPS - ISU
Appearance
Standing at 5' 11" (181.61cm), amongst some of the other averagely sized operators of the ISU, Jean doesn't make much of a visual individuality, especially when concealed in the Standard-ISU Uniform. What's more, there are no individual optimisations or upgrades to his attire, making him stand out even less from the pack. Many of the veterans from the ISU are easily identifiable based upon bodily features, sizes, outfits and weaponry, but nothing special has ever been said or seen about Jean. Whilst he does have some more appreciative facial features beneath the masks of covert operations, he hasn't really been complimented enough for such things so takes minor notice to his own appearance. With a bright hazel tone to his eyes and a short stubble surrounding his jaw, Jean maintains to be a regular man without anything too special, or so he feels. In terms of his casual clothing, Jean has been known to wear the regular civvie-street clothing anyone would be like outside of the workplace.
Psych-Profile
Constant psychological testing and analysing is required for all operators within the ISU to watch changes in behaviour and possible degrades in their mental health, meaning that Jean has as about as much issues as everyone else. When it comes to his objective-thinking, Jean can be determined and focused when he needs to be, putting his mission in priority but ultimately choosing compassion and beliefs over the goal if severity reaches such heights. Dangers against his team, civilians, innocent lives and consequential outcomes forces his mind and morality to take action, re-engaging himself with his personality to put them before his mission. To any human, this is a major positive aspect for anyone working with him, but the superiors of the DPS have their concerns on the integrity of his performance on field. Seeing as he has no track record within GIGN nor does he have any deployments outside of extensive training environments, there is no real conclusion as to how he will approach his first assignment, especially of one with such high importance.
Outside of combat, one thing is for sure: Jean is easy to attach to and be latched onto by. His compassion for fellow comrades, good-willed men and women as well as like-minded individuals brings him to his knees, metaphorically, in terms of performance. In the past, when questioned about his abilities within he team, he was reported to lean towards depending on others in order to maximise his performance. It has been stated that being a Lone-Wolf can be damaging, but not being able to rely on himself alone does raise awareness on possible confidence issues. Jean is entirely aware of these developments and tries to cut the mindset separate from his work-life, but if the situation were dire enough, life or death to name one, his true nature would certainly take formation.
ISU Role
Close-Quarters Breacher
Operator Equipment
Steyr-AUG A3
Aimpoint Micro-T1 Optics + MagPul Dynamics AFG
HK-48 Sidearm
M9 Bayonet
2x M87 Stun Grenade
2x M18 Smoke Grenade
1x Breaching Charge
Biography
Jean was born in the city of Amiens, full of life and wonder, under a military man's roof. Former commanding-chief of GIGN's operations management, Jean's father Christopher was quite the wealthy figure and influential at most. Without a mother to look after him after an early divorce in Jean's life, his loving father committed himself to fully catering for his son's safety and well-being. Whilst that was a kind enough thing to do, he also had a major part in influencing Jean's wants and needs for the future path. Using basic psychological altering, Jean was mainly surrounded by the knowledge of the military, specifically GIGN, until the interest peaked from what he was indulged in. Jean grew up knowing that he was, either way, destined to join some form of military service in order to please his father to the greatest amount. Without a wife, he was dependent on his son's success to keep him happy, and when the time came, Jean eventually did as he wished by gaining and enlisting placement within their ranks, spending years training with them under various programmes and confidential tasks. As many special forces go through, a lot of interrogation and CQC tactics were his highlight within the classes, and it wasn't until he passed the training that he spent 3 months on duty placement beneath his father's rule. Serving as a temporary guard during Operation: Guillotine, a combined-arms effort against a Brazilian Organised Terrorist Threat (B.O.T.T.). Here he had to take a few lives, but it wasn't a proud mission of prowess or importance in his perspective.
Once Guillotine had concluded, there were applications suddenly buzzing around the officer's corps of GIGN. For once, Jean was called into the offices by his superiors and, like everyone else in his regiment, offered a placement for training underneath ISU's command. Even by GIGN's standards, the ISU weren't heard of and were known only as an urban legend amongst veteran soldiers. The placement excited him, making him sure that his father and family name would be rightfully honoured to have such a position of silence. The catch to this decision, which he soon realised too late, was that contact with his father would cease until his service with the ISU concluded or his father transferred into the DPS. Not having the guts to leave his role, the two split for Jean to head out to his training mission. Halfway through his training programme, commotion started to leak out from the ISU's serving Operators who were beyond training, stating that they had been betrayed by one of their own. More months passed before Jean was disclosed the information about November, and how all the plots within the South-East of Asia were linked back to him indefinitely. Because of this, he took a strong disliking and instantly reserved himself a place on several infiltration missions to gather information on this traitorous foe. However, as he had to finish training, his reservation was constantly put on hold, until he finally came out as a rookie operator, where his first assignment was given. In large ink, mostly blotted out, the orders were clear: shoot to kill.
Training and Experience
GIGN Training Programme - Disclosed years
Operation Guillotine - 3 months
ISU Training Programme - Disclosed years
Family
Oliver Chapelle - Father [Alive]
Monica Chapelle - Mother [Deceased]
Theme Song
OP
Jeep Wrangler VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Banned
Seen
1 yr ago
Name
Lukas Pitre
Age
31 Years - 10 Months
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Birth-date / Location
October 19th - Saguenay: Quebec, Canada
Appearance
Lukas stands at an average height of 6' 0" from the ground up, holding a moderately bulky composure. Whilst he isn't the most impressive looking man in terms of strength and intimidation in appearance, he does hold a stable and strong foundation to his build. In specifics, his hair sits in a brunette ruffle, lengthened by the months of not keeping up with his military regulation, followed by his facial hair that subsequently surrounds his mouth, jaw and cheeks in its slightly darker tone. These tones blend nicely with his aqua-blue eyes that seem to give off a strong symbolic nature of innocence and purity. With a pale tone of skin, he stands as one of the regular Quebecois citizens; it is easy to distinguish both the Canadian and French influences on his appearance through generations upon generations of family trees and so forth. When it comes to clothing, especially in the outbreak, Lukas is sure to be dressed in his Canadian-Issued combat BDU, which holds a dark brown colour palette to give adjusting camouflage in both mountainous, desert-based and forest environments respectively, much like his division already had. Included on the BDU is the issued webbing, tailored to suit his combat role more effectively in providing ammunition and stationary utilities for operations and defensive measures. Within this uniform, his hair is tightly rendered into his headgear, becoming less free than in the open air.
Personality
Ever since his upbringing, Lukas has had a strong desire to protect and to serve, finding honour in the name of his family's historical tree. Before the day he encountered the outbreak, Lukas saw this as his driving motion to achieve as much as he could. Throughout his service in the Canadian Armed Forces he'd used his respect for humanity, ethical conflict and morality to drive his mind into directions only he thought he could take. Previous clashes with superior officers had been shown because of these ideals, but despite all the disagreements in how the world was perceived Lukas remained true to his intentions. It's because of this that he entrusts his mind, body and actions closely with his comrades, seeing camaraderie as the strongest asset to his and Canadian abilities. Through centuries of fighting, brother-and-sisterhoods forged in the field of battle have given the Canadian name quite a lot of notoriety, throughout great wars and other conflicts worldwide. With ties all over the world in terms of family, ancestry, and so forth, Lukas finds himself respectful of nearly all walks of life from different perspectives. This has caused hesitation in the field previously when serving as a peace-keeper in the Middle-East.
Because of his Quebecois upbringing, he is fluent in both French and English alike. With a mother who's family went all the way back to the industrial revolutionary times of France opposing the father's rich Canadian blood, he found himself having ties to most nations around. Because of this, Lukas sees himself quite happily as a man of culture, another thing sometimes mistaken for arrogance, and tries to act as a natural defuser for most situations. Being a man of such kindness on the outside and inside, it would seem awfully odd to see him in such an outbreak, one that was sure to break apart his morals and test whether or not he was a stable man to begin with.
Relationships
Nicole and Lukas have had a brief connection since he moved into FOB Lucius. The two hit off very well, both relating through their Canadian nationality and reminiscing stuff around their childhoods. The main difference, however, was being the French-Canadian he was, but it was a common sight for those living within Canadian borders. In full effect, so far Lukas actually admires her talents, as she briefly showed at the base's shooting range, as she had not received the same level of training as he did. The two talked about each-other's current service and she was sympathetic enough to understand the troubles he faced on his Middle-Eastern deployment. Luckily for him, she and him were likely to stay in contact after the end of his deployment, though fate had other plans for him, like most of the others.
Nicole and Lukas have had a brief connection since he moved into FOB Lucius. The two hit off very well, both relating through their Canadian nationality and reminiscing stuff around their childhoods. The main difference, however, was being the French-Canadian he was, but it was a common sight for those living within Canadian borders. In full effect, so far Lukas actually admires her talents, as she briefly showed at the base's shooting range, as she had not received the same level of training as he did. The two talked about each-other's current service and she was sympathetic enough to understand the troubles he faced on his Middle-Eastern deployment. Luckily for him, she and him were likely to stay in contact after the end of his deployment, though fate had other plans for him, like most of the others.
Armed Service
Canadian Army - 3rd Battalion, Royal 22e Régiment, 2nd Canadian Division
Rank - Role
Master Corporal - Automatic Rifleman
Equipment
C9A2 Light Machine gun - Squad Automatic Weapon (SAW)
FN P-35 - Personal-defence Handgun
M18 Smoke Grenade
Standard Issue SOG-Multi tool knife
Biography
As previously stated, Lukas was born into a family of both French and Canadian influences, as many Quebecois individuals were. His mother had ties that went all the way back to the embarking of the French Republic, whilst his father's side was known for its ties in the Canadian-Commonwealth dominion era. It was here that from a young age Lukas began to find interest in honour, military service and courage through the stories of his grandfather's fathers, and further down the family line. From Vimy Ridge to Juno Beach and Ortana, the names of his Canadian ancestry went very far back into some of the greatest military achievements Canada had to offer. Similarly, on his mother's side, ties went back to the revolution, Napoleonic wars, fields of Verdun, shores of Dunkirk and nearly was completely destroyed as a family name during the Marques fighting in Paris. For Lukas, this was a massive honour and worthwhile historical discovery for him. Every day he would research endlessly in libraries, council offices and memorials about his past, trying to find the links throughout his school-years to the point where he almost flunked his studies due to the huge aspirations for discovery. And so, that time came when he had to leave education, so he embarked on military service at the age of 20 after working a tiresome and boring job within a supermarket.
Training was somewhat difficult for Lukas. He hadn't really been the most physically gifted individual by all means. However, the programme he was entered within offered equipment that was viable to improving his physicality in unison with the developing skills of tactical engagements, teamwork, camaraderie, firearms handling and other proficient Canadian arts. There were several times where Lukas, which he hates to admit, was very close to dropping out of the military for his own personal benefit. However, whilst naive at the time, he was quick to turn his determination back on track and continue onward. These close calls with giving up have tarnished his relationship with other soldiers further down the line of his career, who sometimes look back on his aspirations to turn his back on success several times as a dangerous fault waiting to cause dismay and agony for his teammates. This, like his fellow comrades, is something far too intimidating for Lukas to consider and think about.
Service within the first few years was quiet and rather peaceful. Calls to arms against terrorist organisations took him overseas but during these first few years combat was something that was rarely experienced. Even in times where exchanges of fire and bullets occurred it was rare for any danger to occur due to skirmishes being over rather quickly. It didn't have anywhere near the glorious and honourable outcomes that his forefathers had worked towards during their previous wars, but all in due time was his experience to grow. Whilst stationed at FOB Frontenac, located in the Arghandab district of Afghanistan, ISAF and Canadian forces were laid under siege when a large insurgent force engaged them with amassed militias and technical armour. The battle lasted five long days, where ammunition and fire-support was limited for what their stockpile had to offer. By the third day, they'd run out of ammunition for their main guns and the Eastern defences were breached, where aerial supplies were required to support the engaged FOB. When the landing zone had been secured by insurgent forces, a brutal close-quarters engagement between the Canadian-ISAF coalition and the insurgent forces led to horrifying sights that still somewhat shake Lukas to this day. Scenes of blood, limbless friends and the need to evacuate the injured was all but frightening. However, in this fire and flame of battle, the Quebecois man managed to escort five injured men, three of which were officers posted under the British Army's command, off to safety, resulting in the attraction by his superiors.
Once the battle had ceased, technically being a ISAF-Canadian defeat, Lukas was promoted to Corporal, in which he became a non-commissioned officer that started his further pursuit of impressive military achievements. Another four years was spent out in the fields of Afghanistan, eventually leading to Operation: Picketed Wing, taking him and a small detachment of troops from the same regiment all to Saudi Arabia, where an insurgent leader was suspected to be hiding away. A two hour engagement in a local resource dump found even more death from the Canadian forces sent to infiltrate the area. At that time, Lukas' only remaining friend, Johnathon Rhine, from the British Colombian province, was shot and killed at point-blank range by insurgent shock-troops. This greatly impacted Lukas' performance throughout the battle's remainder, where he eventually was again praised for his efforts and promoted once more to Master Corporal. Being an Automatic Rifleman, he was called for having a brave intuition to hold his ground and expend bullets for the success and lives of his comrades. Accepting the promotion, he went further up into the chain of command, now more damaged mentally than before.
The remainders of his peacekeeping service was met with some scepticism from himself. He didn't feel comfortable walking the streets, knowing some man or woman could ambush him for a cause they deeply believed in. Hell, Lukas didn't even want to roam the streets because he felt like he was invading their homeland and occupying it, much like Fascists of the 1940s. Luckily for him, after being injured in an urbanised conflict in a Middle-Eastern mountain town, he was sent back to Canada with most of his regiment for recovery. By the time he had recovered from his injuries, the Royal 22e Régiment was relieved of duty and replaced by another light infantry group. From now on they were to be stationed in several FOBs, airbases and other militarised locations from Canada all the way into America for reasons still unknown. A few more years passed of silence when Lukas was sent to a newly founded FOB in New Mexico, titled Lucius, to which he thought was a random placement to occupy its fortifications until it found its own stationary regiment. However, it seemed rather makeshift for its type, seeming to have been put up a week before he arrived. The sky was grim and many troops were sent out with specialised groups he'd never seen before. All he was told was to remain within the premises and stand on sentry duties until further notice, making for a boring few days. Within that time, he finally met a few characters that he could finally relate to. A fellow Canadian woman, by the name of Nicole, an ERT member called for sentry duty outside of the FOB. She wasn't allowed to disclose any information to him, but he felt at home talking to her, forming a small but somewhat warming connection with her. He offered to keep in contact after their service was done, but he had no idea that the reality of what was beyond the FOB's walls would bring him.
Relevant Experience
- Canadian Armed Forces training programmes
- Royal 22e Régiment further training
- 3 Tours of Afghanistan
- Battle of Frontenac
- Battle of Kabul
- Operation: Picketed Wing
- Relieved service in Quebec City
- Deployment at FOB Lucius
Family
Darius Pitre - Father, Alive
Olivia Pitre - Mother, Alive
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"It can't be just us? How do they expect us to even win?"
Name
Jean-Robin Charpentier
Gender
Male
Age
17 Years, 11 Months - September 25th, 1898EC
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Race
Darcsen - Liege City
Appearance
Jean isn't special when it comes to looks, sparing the fact that he is a Darcsen. He stands only at 5'11", which is quite ideal for the trenches he's assigned to stand within. When mentioning his physique and stance, he comes across as quite a frail individual from a distance. Jean does have enough muscle to keep him alive and to surpass the training he'd undertaken upon his enlistment, but the lack of visual queues towards his potential strength is hindered and greatly doubted by superiors at times. Though this may be more greatly influenced by his Darcsen ancestry, the general consensus had made him appear less cared for in his physical appearance. His jet-black hair was rather untidy at times, especially when covered by the usual helmet he was given, and the uniform he wears can sometimes appear quite tattered by the ruthless frontline conflict he was recently introduced to. With supplies in their shortest, like most other soldiers, hygiene was a difficult necessity to uphold, so his eyes are occasionally tainted with the results of sleepless nights in the cold trenches of Europa.
When it comes to his uniform, Jean is no different from any other soldier. He wears the uniform of a combatant enlisted into the army. The dark olive-drab colouring blended almost perfectly into the boggy-mud surrounding him at all times and the helmet he wears is constantly strapped on whenever he has the chance to. Upon his chest lies the rigs of webbing where he can maintain his ammunition storage and a spare holster for any small tools. In Jean's case, the service knife given to him by his training camp occupies this spare ground. It is also a usual feature to see a pair of rugged binoculars strapped around his neck, given his slightly advanced rank. His uniform also contains the single chevron of the Lance Corporal insignia.
Personality
Before the First Europan War, Jean was quite a well-spoken and mannered boy, growing up in his middle-classed family without too much worries. He worked hard in his early and middle years of education and managed to find his passion for writing, journalism and other creative aspects that the pen-to-paper could bring out. When in those states of mind, he had been quite bubbly and energetic, preparing to share his works with whoever he could. However, the coming of age, first two years of war and impacts in his home started to strip and bury that once youthful spring he had. Now, pressured by his own people into service, Jean finds himself to be quite timid whenever the situation goes beyond his control. Compassionate about comrades and easily able to attach himself towards others, his feelings and thoughts of those around him sometimes force his mind to turn to others for assistance, and whenever comrades are in jeopardy he finds himself there to help if he can. However, it can be quite easy to torment him by the sights and sounds of consistent gunfire, eventually giving him the petty coping mechanism of writing non-stop.
Through his language studies prior to the conflict, he finds himself having a large attention to detail. Logic and rationality are usually his finest traits, but he cannot always count on his confidence to deliver such results from his lowly commanding rank. On top of this, Jean finds himself to be extremely cautious and sometimes unwilling to take unnecessary risks. This can hinder his chances of discovering new routes into conflict or avoiding the worst of firefights through waiting. Because of this, Jean finds himself quite dependent on the inputs of his subordinates and fellow soldiers who may have a clearer head in such high-stress situations. Whilst on paper some may criticise him for being a cowardly Darcsen, Jean is prepared to keep on pressing forward, despite having small or large fears, and to attempt to complete the mission at the expense of the enemy. Some also criticise him for not explicitly hating the Imperials specifically, mainly because their effects on him have only been through direct conflicts on the frontline, but he only uses this as justification for his humane beliefs and ability to follow orders effectively whilst considering who was at the end of his barrel.
Rank
Lance Corporal
Role
Rifleman - NCO Formation
Potentials
Attention to Detail
Because of his natural attention to creative meaning and fine print, Jean can sometimes identify some of finer details located throughout the frontline, including emplacements for machine guns, errors on the maps provided by Atlantic Command and formations for Imperial Attacks.
Dependency on Comrades
Without having any combat experience prior to his enlistment, Jean is far too dependent on his troops to carry through, sometimes making their efforts more recognised than his own personal achievements. Other times this can lead to him putting his own life at risk for the benefits of others, which some recognise as false bravery or cowardice.
Darcsen Heritage
Through being a Darcsen, he finds comfort in those who treat him the best or those of the same race. Those who sought to oppress the minority are quickly shunted in his mind and become a potential threat for future engagements in conversation.
Biography
Jean-Robin Charpentier was born in the city of Liege, 1898EC, to a middle-class family split between two bloodlines: the Robin and Charpentier family trees. Technically a bastard, due to his parents conceding him before they even considered marriage, Jean faced the strange difficulties of mixing between two different families that he didn't blend in with well. One side was wealthier than the other but the latter consisted of more kind-hearted souls. From a young age, when his mother and father split from one another, still without having married one another, Jean was left to be catered for by his older sister, Olivia, between both families. Several years of arguments between both family names made it all the more confusing as to which ancestry he truly belonged with, causing him to isolate himself. Holding both of their names slightly sickened him, which he started to write down in secrecy in order to satisfy his mind. Eventually, he found comfort in writing down his feelings and eventually used it to construct simple anecdotes or verses from his childhood years. It carried him through education well enough to land him decent grades and an exceptional potential future ahead of him in writing, documenting and publishing small works. However, the year met 1912EC, and the first news came home. War was now declared.
Many of the streets almost paraded at the thought that the two greatest political superpowers, of Autocracy and loose Democracy, where the decider would bring the greatest honour and glory to this new age of warfare. Many businesses were extravagant and excited by the ability to test the new industrial gears in the field of battle, seeing it as a wonderful business opportunity to grow in their economic ranking. And so, many rushed to the volunteering offices when their age was just right and signed up to be the first wave out to war. Amongst the masses who left was Olivia, who promised to bring the worrying Jean back some antiques for him to draw. She also promised to consistently write to him to ensure that the war effort was going in her favour and that she was safe. Only 15 years of age, there was no way he could join her during the first day of enlistment, so he remained alone and isolated back in Liege.
They spent many days writing towards one another. He eventually hit the age of 16 and she congratulated him on getting so far in life. Every now and then, through the post, pictures of her with her squad sitting jovially around campfires, in their dugouts or around an artillery piece were sent back to entertain and bewilder the teenager. He was in a land of fascination every second he spent watching their adventures unfold. But soon, before his 17th birthday, the final letter came through the post. He rummaged through it, acting like an excited school boy, but was met with disappointment and distraught. It was a letter from the Atlantic Federation's ministry of defence, proclaiming that Private Olivia Robin-Charpentier had been shot dead during the Battle of Raloth River whilst crossing with her squad. It was a slaughter. This was the first news of severe death and destruction the young-man had heard, as the propaganda networks were restricting almost all of the bad news coming to the public eye. And soon enough, he reached the age of 17, and the suspicions started to target him.
It started with his family members. White feathers were seen laying on his pillows and bed sheets before appearing on mirror's around his house, labelling him as some sort of coward. He had reached the age in which he should have volunteered already, heading out to the frontline to join the millions of men, women and young adults alike fighting for the freedom of Europa, or so they said. However, once it extended beyond those he was supposed to love and care about, the abuse became thicker. Education and work was near impossible. Everyone in his neighbourhood and district from his city soon started to call him and target him for being the Darcsen Coward of Liege. Many used his own sister's death as a way to explain how his duty wasn't being fulfilled and how Olivia must have been looking down upon him in disappointment. The year spread on to 1914EC when he eventually gave in to the abuse and peer-pressure, enlisting into the Armed Forces of the Atlantic Federation, where he was quickly shipped off to Edinburgh for training.
The training was psychologically and physically strenuous. He couldn't handle the first few weeks and came only a hair-length close to dropping out and abandoning it there and then, but he didn't. He couldn't face the idea of going home and being ridiculed, beaten or neglected entirely by his family and society for quitting the prestigious role of a soldier. He gave in to the pressure and pushed through, hoping to secure himself a place in the 15th Atlantic Rifles, which he did by the end of his month's training. He wasn't entirely sure if he'd learnt any skills that would help him on the frontline, bar knowing how to shoot a rifle and thrust a bayonet. But it was something he'd bypassed and a small sigh of relief was encompassing his every breath. On top of that, the training commander selected him, as well as a select few, to become an acting NCO: here he gained his Chevrons for the Lance Corporal ranking, and was told he would become a great legend on the battlefield. How wrong could they have been, to tell the influential victim such lies?
Affiliations
Mother - Helen Robin [Alive]
Father - Herman Charpentier [Alive]
Sister - Olivia Robin-Charpentier [K.I.A. - Battle of Raloth River]
Relationships
- To be updated as the RP begins... -
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 | Rahul Isiah Barrette 'Hal' 5'11" | 75kg | 29 Years | Heterosexual |
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Appearance
Rahul is a tanned skin human male, currently without any cybernetic enhancements or augmentations to his body. Standing at 5'11", his average size and minimalist build doesn't give the impression that he's the most capable of crewmen to board the Monolith. Surprisingly, records have shown that his mass plays nicely into what he may lack in muscle, as well as an adept agility and stamina to accompany areas he may falter in. With hazel irises, Rahul is easily recognisable from his brothers and sisters back home, where he stood out as if it were fate for his arrival to Andromeda. Curled nicely into a neatly kept hairstyle, chipped in a dark spruce colouring, the pride of his face is somehow maintained even before and after removing headgear. According to Rahul, it's a natural haircut.
Beneath the general aesthetics of his native Albion face, Rahul boasts a rather sporting clothing line up for the field. Off duty, the common belief of less is more applies directly to his fashion style. Keeping minimalist casual styles in his wardrobe allows him to not become overly dressed nor under-clothed, the perfect match for any occasion. Mixing with long, short and several colours adds to its flavour. Headwear isn't essential, considering he at least likes to let his scalp breathe every once in a while. On the other end of the spectrum, his on-duty and in-the-field armour vary differently. Whilst aboard the Monolith, it isn't uncommon to see Rahul dressed in the standard technical operative attire. As soon as combat is initiated or any out-of-craft deployment is necessary, which for a technical operative can be often, then Rahul is equipped in his specialised Tech-Operative U.A.F. Suit. As with all armour equipping stations in U.G.C shuttles, colour schemes are easy to render depending on the environment necessary, hence its stock-white fixation.
Beneath the general aesthetics of his native Albion face, Rahul boasts a rather sporting clothing line up for the field. Off duty, the common belief of less is more applies directly to his fashion style. Keeping minimalist casual styles in his wardrobe allows him to not become overly dressed nor under-clothed, the perfect match for any occasion. Mixing with long, short and several colours adds to its flavour. Headwear isn't essential, considering he at least likes to let his scalp breathe every once in a while. On the other end of the spectrum, his on-duty and in-the-field armour vary differently. Whilst aboard the Monolith, it isn't uncommon to see Rahul dressed in the standard technical operative attire. As soon as combat is initiated or any out-of-craft deployment is necessary, which for a technical operative can be often, then Rahul is equipped in his specialised Tech-Operative U.A.F. Suit. As with all armour equipping stations in U.G.C shuttles, colour schemes are easy to render depending on the environment necessary, hence its stock-white fixation.
Personality
Rahul was always an outgoing individual. With a fascination and fixation purely on technological marvel, it isn't any surprise that going out and seeing what the cosmos had to offer was part of his code. Whilst Rahul loves to spread confidence amongst the team, he doesn't always hold it himself at any given moment. Throw him in front of technology and he'll talk for hours without taking a breath, but when combat situations start looking dicey there's always the chance that he'll doubt even the best of crewmen. Those who don't do that though, to him, are just overly optimistic, not that it's inherently a bad thing. After all, Rahul, or for brevity Hal, loves technology to the point where he will hold it to the highest regard. A passion is one's dream, as they say. Hal simply can't get enough of it. He'll make sure people are up to date on their own gear, give regular checks to vitalise and maximise their ability and will try to protect those who may be in shitty positions. Outside of his technological standpoint, Rahul is a capable operative in the field, though far from the best. He'll look up to those better than him and praise them if they need it.
Keeping smiles on people's faces can also be a massive implication to his life. Loving people and seeking out that intimacy is always an additional achievement to life, but takes only what may come. Flirty by a small manner and up for inviting people out off duty for gigs, club visits, walks around planets or even for a lecture on why technology is so important, he'll keep that smile on his face if he can. On duty though, he has the ability to lower in mood and to seriously buckle down into a realistic standpoint. He isn't a leader, but he'd damn well try to be if he was supposed to. Determined to at least fixate everyone on a path of logic and best consequence, his agenda is more settled on binding the team together rather than distancing them with aggressive infliction of violent orders. Though in reality, on the inside Rahul can be just as frightened of the unknown vast threats that surround Andromeda's corners.
Keeping smiles on people's faces can also be a massive implication to his life. Loving people and seeking out that intimacy is always an additional achievement to life, but takes only what may come. Flirty by a small manner and up for inviting people out off duty for gigs, club visits, walks around planets or even for a lecture on why technology is so important, he'll keep that smile on his face if he can. On duty though, he has the ability to lower in mood and to seriously buckle down into a realistic standpoint. He isn't a leader, but he'd damn well try to be if he was supposed to. Determined to at least fixate everyone on a path of logic and best consequence, his agenda is more settled on binding the team together rather than distancing them with aggressive infliction of violent orders. Though in reality, on the inside Rahul can be just as frightened of the unknown vast threats that surround Andromeda's corners.
Role
Technological Operations Manager - Special Technical Operative
Previous Branch
Albion Security and Peacekeeping - United Armed Forces Technical Operations Group (UAFTAG)
Albion Security and Peacekeeping - United Armed Forces Technical Operations Group (UAFTAG)
Biography
Born on the far-fetched planet of Albion, located in the Nastroth Star System, Rahul was brought up as the youngest of a large, great family. The Barrette namesake derived from the first settlers of Albion, most notably known for their Indian and Persian heritage from yonders ago, and held true to their ways of tradition. Rahul, however, was never really the one to adhere to them. Sure, he respected the culture he was brought up in, but something always caught his eye. His sisters and brothers weren't too kind to his sudden intrigue into technology, despite how much they all depended on it. To Rahul, he saw it as a gateway into greatness, a future without any end and only the ability to keep pushing forward on the boundaries of technical advancement. Perceiving them more as tools, and more as a form of art, he eventually took the unexpected path into Albion's Technology Institution, where he began to advance in his own personal studies.
Now, Rahul was not a prodigal son. There was never a day where he went further than the greatest classmate he had, but what he did have was the charm and wit to hold his own. Adopting the nickname 'Hal' for mingling better, he soon found himself growing in knowledge and capabilities on what technological production, identification and studying was truly about. When other classmates saw the subject as a mean to riches or business success, Rahul always had more admirable goals that benefited everyone. And so, much to the distaste of his family once more, he finished his studies and ended up enlisting into the Albion Security force at the age of 16. Of course, they let him in because he wasn't going to be on the frontlines of any riots, not that many happened. Instead, he took a job behind the scenes, looking at artifacts of technology and studying what links they had to potential investigations that were ongoing. It wasn't the best job, nor did it pay well, but he liked what he was doing, and that was all that mattered.
Two years of serving didn't get him far. Hal grew tired and weary of not getting enough to study, nor really making an impact on people's lives. It was admirable to think as big as he did, but it was also rather stupid. During his second year in the security force he'd let slip a technological investigation he was ordered to drop, guiding leads to a conspiracy that had been covered up in Albion. Pressed into a rivalry and manhunt from his own people, he was quickly apprehended and served an additional year in prison, where he started to develop a less-than-bright outlook on life. The go-lucky innocence of Hal was decimated by his peers, who he'd once trusted. Now, left to sit in a cell and get frequent visits from disappointed family members, he eventually was given the option to plea for immunity via military service in the U.A.F.
What started out as a routine training squadron of misfits, hardened civilians and desperate workmen, Rahul was quickly picked up on his technological knowledge during training. Instead of putting him through further training, to which he only averaging out the requirements and nothing more, he was offered a transition into the UAFTAG Division for further training. Here, Rahul's life became enthralled with what drove him today. Surfacing under the UAFTAG's newest command, he was sent to explore countless planets, studying precursor technology and gathering as much knowledge as he could. Frequently associating with a Lorin named N'tall, he soon found his place of comfort. And of course, being a military establishment, there were occasions were criminals, third-party armies and rebels rose up in defiance and forced him into situations of combat. As much as he hated them, he knew they were necessary to pursue the technological advancement.
His Sergeant was a Utarah, easier said than done. Here, was Rahul's first relationship as well. Initially interested in the Utarah constructs and implementations of biological-synthetic combinations, the two ended up going on a few dates before eventually Rahul was crushed via the worst way to break up with a partner: in front of the whole platoon. It was embarrassing, yes, but funny to look back upon. After that, Hal continued his service for a few years, becoming a more distinguished combatant and an expert in his field. Eventually he rose to the rank of a Technical Operative, a vital component to scouting teams, expeditionary parties and combating unknown lifeforms.
But where things grow, and as much of a happy story Hal's life had seemed like, there was a dark turn as many lives were taken around. During his final year of service, the UAFTAG were deployed alongside COVSPEC squad 'Hotel Victor - 4 - 2' in a light Covert Operations scenario. Dealing with a recent uprising from criminal Rateian partisans still against reforming social constructs in the U.G.C. Eventually, the mission went south quickly, and members of Rahul's company were stranded on a luscious forest dwarf planet named 'Horato'. Horato was the bane of Hal's memories. Being sent down to retrieve his comrades ended in more death, more casualties and the devastation of a forest through guerrilla warfare. After what he saw, unspeakable to even profiles granted to the Andromeda Project, Hal stays in vigil over its past, unwanting to open up about the sights and sounds there.
After that day, he felt rather empty and dreamt only of a new start. The Andromeda Project's announcement was the only thing he needed, and a kickstart into the future he didn't understand was underway. Not even informing his family about where he was going, he formally left the U.A.F. and volunteered as a technical officer and operative for the upcoming expedition. And as all people were, he was shipped into cryogenics and slept for the 700 years it took to travel there, forgetting to realise that everyone he knew and loved before were dead before he'd wake up. And by surprise, the command in the Atlas woke him up prematurely, telling him that he was to become...a Traveller?
Born on the far-fetched planet of Albion, located in the Nastroth Star System, Rahul was brought up as the youngest of a large, great family. The Barrette namesake derived from the first settlers of Albion, most notably known for their Indian and Persian heritage from yonders ago, and held true to their ways of tradition. Rahul, however, was never really the one to adhere to them. Sure, he respected the culture he was brought up in, but something always caught his eye. His sisters and brothers weren't too kind to his sudden intrigue into technology, despite how much they all depended on it. To Rahul, he saw it as a gateway into greatness, a future without any end and only the ability to keep pushing forward on the boundaries of technical advancement. Perceiving them more as tools, and more as a form of art, he eventually took the unexpected path into Albion's Technology Institution, where he began to advance in his own personal studies.
Now, Rahul was not a prodigal son. There was never a day where he went further than the greatest classmate he had, but what he did have was the charm and wit to hold his own. Adopting the nickname 'Hal' for mingling better, he soon found himself growing in knowledge and capabilities on what technological production, identification and studying was truly about. When other classmates saw the subject as a mean to riches or business success, Rahul always had more admirable goals that benefited everyone. And so, much to the distaste of his family once more, he finished his studies and ended up enlisting into the Albion Security force at the age of 16. Of course, they let him in because he wasn't going to be on the frontlines of any riots, not that many happened. Instead, he took a job behind the scenes, looking at artifacts of technology and studying what links they had to potential investigations that were ongoing. It wasn't the best job, nor did it pay well, but he liked what he was doing, and that was all that mattered.
Two years of serving didn't get him far. Hal grew tired and weary of not getting enough to study, nor really making an impact on people's lives. It was admirable to think as big as he did, but it was also rather stupid. During his second year in the security force he'd let slip a technological investigation he was ordered to drop, guiding leads to a conspiracy that had been covered up in Albion. Pressed into a rivalry and manhunt from his own people, he was quickly apprehended and served an additional year in prison, where he started to develop a less-than-bright outlook on life. The go-lucky innocence of Hal was decimated by his peers, who he'd once trusted. Now, left to sit in a cell and get frequent visits from disappointed family members, he eventually was given the option to plea for immunity via military service in the U.A.F.
What started out as a routine training squadron of misfits, hardened civilians and desperate workmen, Rahul was quickly picked up on his technological knowledge during training. Instead of putting him through further training, to which he only averaging out the requirements and nothing more, he was offered a transition into the UAFTAG Division for further training. Here, Rahul's life became enthralled with what drove him today. Surfacing under the UAFTAG's newest command, he was sent to explore countless planets, studying precursor technology and gathering as much knowledge as he could. Frequently associating with a Lorin named N'tall, he soon found his place of comfort. And of course, being a military establishment, there were occasions were criminals, third-party armies and rebels rose up in defiance and forced him into situations of combat. As much as he hated them, he knew they were necessary to pursue the technological advancement.
His Sergeant was a Utarah, easier said than done. Here, was Rahul's first relationship as well. Initially interested in the Utarah constructs and implementations of biological-synthetic combinations, the two ended up going on a few dates before eventually Rahul was crushed via the worst way to break up with a partner: in front of the whole platoon. It was embarrassing, yes, but funny to look back upon. After that, Hal continued his service for a few years, becoming a more distinguished combatant and an expert in his field. Eventually he rose to the rank of a Technical Operative, a vital component to scouting teams, expeditionary parties and combating unknown lifeforms.
But where things grow, and as much of a happy story Hal's life had seemed like, there was a dark turn as many lives were taken around. During his final year of service, the UAFTAG were deployed alongside COVSPEC squad 'Hotel Victor - 4 - 2' in a light Covert Operations scenario. Dealing with a recent uprising from criminal Rateian partisans still against reforming social constructs in the U.G.C. Eventually, the mission went south quickly, and members of Rahul's company were stranded on a luscious forest dwarf planet named 'Horato'. Horato was the bane of Hal's memories. Being sent down to retrieve his comrades ended in more death, more casualties and the devastation of a forest through guerrilla warfare. After what he saw, unspeakable to even profiles granted to the Andromeda Project, Hal stays in vigil over its past, unwanting to open up about the sights and sounds there.
After that day, he felt rather empty and dreamt only of a new start. The Andromeda Project's announcement was the only thing he needed, and a kickstart into the future he didn't understand was underway. Not even informing his family about where he was going, he formally left the U.A.F. and volunteered as a technical officer and operative for the upcoming expedition. And as all people were, he was shipped into cryogenics and slept for the 700 years it took to travel there, forgetting to realise that everyone he knew and loved before were dead before he'd wake up. And by surprise, the command in the Atlas woke him up prematurely, telling him that he was to become...a Traveller?
Equipment
Field and On-Duty
- Technical Operative Armour
- Heads-up UAF Tech Scanner
- Tactical Notations Pad
- HAR-3 Carbine
- Valkyrie Handgun
- Technician's Dataknife
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Appearance
Leora is exceptionally short for her age and stature, standing below the heights of most of her Rateia kinsman. More notable, however, is her paler skin, leaning towards a crystal white shading with a tint of blue sprinkled inside of its patches. Across her skin lays markings of apparently ceremonial meaning, yet looking into the Rateia history reveals that they are just decoration and serve no purpose other than to look pretty. Leora doesn't like to admit this, of course. Though, with her smaller size, her nimble appearance is easily unmatched to most of her fellow comrades, giving her the ability to slip in-between cracks of the Monolith without breaking a sweat. In addition to the skinny and petite composition of her arms, waist and legs, it becomes her star attraction. It's also rumoured that Leora uses her life savings to maintain a youthful look, despite only being 36 and not exactly at the Rateian ageing milestone yet.
Of course, her clothing can sometimes be as extravagant as her fluttering personality. Off duty she dresses as if there is always someone to impress, hoping to catch the eyes of maybe one or two one-night stand candidates. A mixture of golden flowing dresses bagged from her homeworld and some more casual styles are reserved for the down-to-earth sessions she has aboard the Atlas. After all, she sees herself as a fun-loving, fluttery personality and thus tries to further that personality through the artistic environment of her fashion.
On duty, however, she surprisingly adheres to the disciplinary dress codes and wears her assigned clothing as intended. Her communications attire is slightly adjustable for the needs and environments she'd find herself within. Lengthened sleeves, different additional plating and even an assortment of utility straps allows her to function at peak capability whenever she feels like it. Not to say she doesn't take her job seriously, of course. Outside of the ship, which is a rare occurrence due to the nature of her role on the Monolith, Leora encases herself within the standard issue 'Exterior Exploration Unit', a common Coalition protective suit for mostly non-combat specialised personnel aboard reconnaissance vessels, much like the Monolith.
Of course, her clothing can sometimes be as extravagant as her fluttering personality. Off duty she dresses as if there is always someone to impress, hoping to catch the eyes of maybe one or two one-night stand candidates. A mixture of golden flowing dresses bagged from her homeworld and some more casual styles are reserved for the down-to-earth sessions she has aboard the Atlas. After all, she sees herself as a fun-loving, fluttery personality and thus tries to further that personality through the artistic environment of her fashion.
On duty, however, she surprisingly adheres to the disciplinary dress codes and wears her assigned clothing as intended. Her communications attire is slightly adjustable for the needs and environments she'd find herself within. Lengthened sleeves, different additional plating and even an assortment of utility straps allows her to function at peak capability whenever she feels like it. Not to say she doesn't take her job seriously, of course. Outside of the ship, which is a rare occurrence due to the nature of her role on the Monolith, Leora encases herself within the standard issue 'Exterior Exploration Unit', a common Coalition protective suit for mostly non-combat specialised personnel aboard reconnaissance vessels, much like the Monolith.
Personality
Fascinated by the arts and performing capabilities of on-stage actors, the most notable hidden trait to Leora is her rather flamboyant appreciation for said artistic values. Even as a young spurt on Luthiana, Leora was surrounded by those who loved musical performances, Rateian films and all that sang out without a care. She became enthralled by the fantastic presentation of actors and actresses across the galaxy, seeking out her own collection of vid-docs, films and sometimes blacklisted setpieces for her to indulge within. Nowadays, some would admit that she had an obsession with films, spending a lot of her free time secretly watching them either on repeat or through extensive study. It's no doubt that she, herself, wants to make her own documentary or film within the coming years, and perhaps the Traveller Programme may be the inspiration or setting she needs to fulfil it. With that in mind, she is quite an avid photographer, going out of her way to snapshot every person behind their back, every scene outside in space and every platform that they get shat at on. If it creates excitement, then by the skin of her teeth she'll do it!
Within the line of duty though, there are some differences to how she acts. Sometimes Leora can come across as either impulsive or fluttery in her personality, sliding between being the kindest person on earth to grilling someone for tampering with her communications gear. Whilst she wasn't dedicated to any universal cause like most of the Andromeda volunteers, her escapist mindset has forced her to develop a dedication to her crew and potential friends she makes along the way. Focused on her job title, as if it would cost her a life not to, Leora is adamant about enforcing happiness around those she works with. If they aren't happy, she won't want to work with them too often. Though, this contradicts herself and creates her own unhappy understanding of the world, making her out to be an almost childlike representation of what was to come from her. Equally, she is invested in her own culinary skills. Having self-proclaimed a title of Monolith Chef, she holds a lot of pride in her vast, natural affinity for whipping up great meals for people she likes. Though sometimes those meals don't always come out the way she wants them to.
Within the line of duty though, there are some differences to how she acts. Sometimes Leora can come across as either impulsive or fluttery in her personality, sliding between being the kindest person on earth to grilling someone for tampering with her communications gear. Whilst she wasn't dedicated to any universal cause like most of the Andromeda volunteers, her escapist mindset has forced her to develop a dedication to her crew and potential friends she makes along the way. Focused on her job title, as if it would cost her a life not to, Leora is adamant about enforcing happiness around those she works with. If they aren't happy, she won't want to work with them too often. Though, this contradicts herself and creates her own unhappy understanding of the world, making her out to be an almost childlike representation of what was to come from her. Equally, she is invested in her own culinary skills. Having self-proclaimed a title of Monolith Chef, she holds a lot of pride in her vast, natural affinity for whipping up great meals for people she likes. Though sometimes those meals don't always come out the way she wants them to.
Role
Senior Communications Officer - Self-proclaimed vid-recorder and cook
Previous Branch
Luthiana Performing Artists - Mars noodle-bar chef - Tech-support in SolCom - Communications Sergeant in the U.A.F.
Luthiana Performing Artists - Mars noodle-bar chef - Tech-support in SolCom - Communications Sergeant in the U.A.F.
Biography
A fledgling to no one special, Leora wasn't exactly an extroverted child. Surprising, considering her present attitude to life, she intended on spending her days in her room, picking up vids to watch and playing with toys just as any kid would. Leora wasn't interested in anything, nor did she find inspiration until only later in her childhood. Whilst binge-watching a collection of romance films Leora found in her father's footlocker, she ended up taking an immediate interest in how the camera work functioned. She didn't care for the grotesque story nor the rather questionable scenes that littered it all, and so she turned her childhood into one of cinematography and acting. Easily enough, she joined up with the Luthiana Performing Arts academy and served her time picking up the techniques she could use to achieve stardom. And then she didn't. After being expelled for allegedly deleting a rival student's coursework to stop them from getting a better grade, her impulsive narcissism was met only with a failing understanding of what to do next. Her family didn't take too kindly with her being expelled, and so she was told to find work elsewhere.
Well, what does a failed actress do when they are strapped for cash? Of course, they go into the consumer production of...noodles? Along with two friends she made on Luthiana, Leora found her way onto the human colony of Mars, joining as low-wage noodle bar cooks and counter-staff for several years. During that time, what started as a degrading job became more exciting as she took yet another interest in the actual culinary art of creating the perfect dish. In her shoddy apartment she'd mix around with different vegetables, fruits and meats from across the galaxy, most of which she had to steal from stockpiles to actually get a grasp on. She found a second calling in life: cooking. However once again, she found herself closed off from pursuing the career further in her established job after being fired for allegedly stealing two hundred kilograms of Albion-whale meat from her supplier to test at home with.
Struck with grief, Leora ended up travelling once more with what little money she had left. Pocketing herself into the trousers of many human and Rateian hitchhikers, the journey of her life was settled on roaming for temporary jobs and locating another source of stable income. Job after job, menial labour after menial labour, she was pressed onward without any sense of direction. Rekindling that childlike joy would relight during this time. Excited with her newfound life, she became carefree and fluttery, as some would describe it. Taking her time to learn more about the world, she eventually picked up something brand new when a recruitment officer came across her dumpster diving.
Within a year, she was within the U.A.F. It was a huge leap from the lowlife jobs she'd been scrounging at for a very long time. Proper showers and cleaning mechanisms; food and kitchens to die for! Oh she was in heaven! The U.A.F. was originally a controversial pick in her eyes, because she wasn't keen on joining the military of the Coalition, yet it was indefinitely the most fun she'd ever felt. Eventually, she rose into the ranks and entered a specialised field of communications equipment and data-handling. Frequently associating with other branches of the military, she spent her days transmitting messages, repairing and maintaining ship relay systems and even committing to a few space-walks to fix rusty old satellites for locals. Yet another passion had been unearthed. Once more, it was here that her disciplined and extreme drive came through. And as a Sergeant it was her duty to keep those below her in line. Tutoring the new recruits to be on her level was exciting. It made her feel important and loved by her peers, rather than being looked down upon for misconduct.
Finally, her 34th birthday came through and she heard the news. The Andromeda Project. A one-way trip beyond the stars and void between their galaxies to find life, settle a new world and forge their own path. Oh it was very enticing from the get-go, yet she wasn't really too keen on it herself. She was happy for once. Her life had taken a great settlement and she was finally enjoying what she did every day. Waking up was no longer a chore but a gift. Why would she trade something she loved for a potentially harmful and life-ruining experience?
Well in reality she did end up choosing to volunteer. Why? Someone promised her a position extremely similar to what she already had and offered to bypass her way to become a Class-3 entrant, giving her mid-tier control over her field of work. In doing so, she immediately put her name forward and was drafted into the waiting programme, preparing herself through vigorous training courses to keep her up to date with the communications technology that was going to be implemented onto their expedition. It was exciting, really. Not many people truly enjoyed her company at first but those she trained with did come around to her wits, style and peculiar manners of speech. Eventually, the day came for her to be put into cryosleep, and so she was. There wasn't much to say. It was going to be 700 years of sleeping, and who could argue with that. Everything was fine and dandy. And then someone woke her up and told her she'd have to become a traveller...
Fuck
A fledgling to no one special, Leora wasn't exactly an extroverted child. Surprising, considering her present attitude to life, she intended on spending her days in her room, picking up vids to watch and playing with toys just as any kid would. Leora wasn't interested in anything, nor did she find inspiration until only later in her childhood. Whilst binge-watching a collection of romance films Leora found in her father's footlocker, she ended up taking an immediate interest in how the camera work functioned. She didn't care for the grotesque story nor the rather questionable scenes that littered it all, and so she turned her childhood into one of cinematography and acting. Easily enough, she joined up with the Luthiana Performing Arts academy and served her time picking up the techniques she could use to achieve stardom. And then she didn't. After being expelled for allegedly deleting a rival student's coursework to stop them from getting a better grade, her impulsive narcissism was met only with a failing understanding of what to do next. Her family didn't take too kindly with her being expelled, and so she was told to find work elsewhere.
Well, what does a failed actress do when they are strapped for cash? Of course, they go into the consumer production of...noodles? Along with two friends she made on Luthiana, Leora found her way onto the human colony of Mars, joining as low-wage noodle bar cooks and counter-staff for several years. During that time, what started as a degrading job became more exciting as she took yet another interest in the actual culinary art of creating the perfect dish. In her shoddy apartment she'd mix around with different vegetables, fruits and meats from across the galaxy, most of which she had to steal from stockpiles to actually get a grasp on. She found a second calling in life: cooking. However once again, she found herself closed off from pursuing the career further in her established job after being fired for allegedly stealing two hundred kilograms of Albion-whale meat from her supplier to test at home with.
Struck with grief, Leora ended up travelling once more with what little money she had left. Pocketing herself into the trousers of many human and Rateian hitchhikers, the journey of her life was settled on roaming for temporary jobs and locating another source of stable income. Job after job, menial labour after menial labour, she was pressed onward without any sense of direction. Rekindling that childlike joy would relight during this time. Excited with her newfound life, she became carefree and fluttery, as some would describe it. Taking her time to learn more about the world, she eventually picked up something brand new when a recruitment officer came across her dumpster diving.
Within a year, she was within the U.A.F. It was a huge leap from the lowlife jobs she'd been scrounging at for a very long time. Proper showers and cleaning mechanisms; food and kitchens to die for! Oh she was in heaven! The U.A.F. was originally a controversial pick in her eyes, because she wasn't keen on joining the military of the Coalition, yet it was indefinitely the most fun she'd ever felt. Eventually, she rose into the ranks and entered a specialised field of communications equipment and data-handling. Frequently associating with other branches of the military, she spent her days transmitting messages, repairing and maintaining ship relay systems and even committing to a few space-walks to fix rusty old satellites for locals. Yet another passion had been unearthed. Once more, it was here that her disciplined and extreme drive came through. And as a Sergeant it was her duty to keep those below her in line. Tutoring the new recruits to be on her level was exciting. It made her feel important and loved by her peers, rather than being looked down upon for misconduct.
Finally, her 34th birthday came through and she heard the news. The Andromeda Project. A one-way trip beyond the stars and void between their galaxies to find life, settle a new world and forge their own path. Oh it was very enticing from the get-go, yet she wasn't really too keen on it herself. She was happy for once. Her life had taken a great settlement and she was finally enjoying what she did every day. Waking up was no longer a chore but a gift. Why would she trade something she loved for a potentially harmful and life-ruining experience?
Well in reality she did end up choosing to volunteer. Why? Someone promised her a position extremely similar to what she already had and offered to bypass her way to become a Class-3 entrant, giving her mid-tier control over her field of work. In doing so, she immediately put her name forward and was drafted into the waiting programme, preparing herself through vigorous training courses to keep her up to date with the communications technology that was going to be implemented onto their expedition. It was exciting, really. Not many people truly enjoyed her company at first but those she trained with did come around to her wits, style and peculiar manners of speech. Eventually, the day came for her to be put into cryosleep, and so she was. There wasn't much to say. It was going to be 700 years of sleeping, and who could argue with that. Everything was fine and dandy. And then someone woke her up and told her she'd have to become a traveller...
Fuck
Equipment
Field and On-Duty
- Exterior Exploration Unit - Communications Suit
- Standard Issue Datapad
- Tactical Notations Pad
- Saraga-Scattershot
- Valkyrie Handgun
- SolCom Enhanced Recording Device (SED)
- Nazareth Telecoms Voice Recorder
Theme
OP
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Banned
Seen
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 | Takai Shunsen 'Taki' 6'0" | 81kg | 27 Years | Heterosexual |
Profile
Appearance
Takai Shunsen isn't an overly well-built fellow, only carrying enough muscle to withstand the necessary tasks he'd be assigned to as a combat operative. With lengthy brown hair, draping just below his neck and covering the majority of his forehead, Takai isn't one to present himself in a neat-and-tidy sense unless the situation called for it. Standing at 6'0", he holds a rather well-rounded height for his agility and requirements within his working field. He holds a hazel iris shade behind his occasionally tired-filled eyelids. What's more, Takai tends to follow inconsistencies in his facial presentation, sometimes brandishing a faint stubble, on the occasion with some styling to it, or simply reducing his skin to a clean-shaven smoothness to help represent his stability inside. On a less biological and human sense, Takai also has several smaller metallic frames built into his temple, holding in place his portable but reliable PHUD, or Personal Heads Up Display. Acting as a quick alternative to headgear-mounted visual setups, Takai takes full advantage of this during operational values, but it can equally be taken off to maintain the pure skin view. On top of that, his forearms use muscle reinforcement augmentations, instead of a full prosthetic replacement.
When it comes to his attire, on-duty Takai takes his outfitting into serious consideration. A balance of protection and mobility is key in his eyes, allowing for versatility in the streets of NeoTokyo and on the rooftops of skylines. His Combat Unit outfit is bred by the NSF for Raids and with combat situations entirely in mind. Offering moderate protection against ballistics and other small fragmentation pieces ensures Takai is well rounded for intense skirmishes if need be. For a less intensive roll, casual investigative attires are usually scattered across his wardrobe. Finally, his off-duty clothing is as ranged as it could be. A blend of modernised street clothes to the more smart casual can find its way onto his body with ease.
When it comes to his attire, on-duty Takai takes his outfitting into serious consideration. A balance of protection and mobility is key in his eyes, allowing for versatility in the streets of NeoTokyo and on the rooftops of skylines. His Combat Unit outfit is bred by the NSF for Raids and with combat situations entirely in mind. Offering moderate protection against ballistics and other small fragmentation pieces ensures Takai is well rounded for intense skirmishes if need be. For a less intensive roll, casual investigative attires are usually scattered across his wardrobe. Finally, his off-duty clothing is as ranged as it could be. A blend of modernised street clothes to the more smart casual can find its way onto his body with ease.
Personality
Letting someone out of his grasp is what Takai would describe as his worst fear. Whether that is losing a suspect he's been following, a loved one or a simple friend and comrade, losing those around him is the greatest pain. However, at the same time, the aggressive nature of the NeoToyko lifestyle has taught him to maintain a consistent set of confidence and determination around his goals, hoping to at least excel in his prime nature. On top of that, Takai has only recently come out of his shell for interactions outside of the workplace, with recent reforms to the NSF guiding him into trusting his comrades whenever he can. Whilst his unit is relatively managed well, Takai takes it upon himself to deal with some of the more theoretical parts of the job role, such as pen-pushing, whenever his comrades are struggling. It's a carried trait that has led on from his past years in investigation and interception of policing. Takai at least finds himself to be quite well managed on time, concerned with going off schedule and sometimes getting easily annoyed when things don't go the initial planned way. Despite this, Takai is proficient in his determination to improvise in deadly situations, attempting to keep a clear head to reduce the chances of losing it.
On the other hand, Takai isn't as unapproachable as one might expect. Sure, his stern work-face has given off impressions of aggressiveness, assertive dominance and perpetual obedience, but his real persona is quite the opposite. Takai does enjoy the life outside of his workplace, despite how corrupt and unfathomably immoral many of the establishments may turn out. With a slight hope to bring more people into his life after the loss of many more in the past, Takai's initiative rests in that of the friends he makes around him and their capabilities as people. Previously, Takai's kindness went on to simply being a lending ear for venting and aggression, however his attempted consulting nature has recently made a new arrival into his inviting charisma. Obviously, he isn't a perfect man when it comes to keeping the social situation going, and has trouble separating certain incriminating eras of his career from the reality of his homebound life. Even so, a natural sceptic at heart, Takai is prone to raise questions, even when those he works for may not advise him to. Results are like gold, of course.
On the other hand, Takai isn't as unapproachable as one might expect. Sure, his stern work-face has given off impressions of aggressiveness, assertive dominance and perpetual obedience, but his real persona is quite the opposite. Takai does enjoy the life outside of his workplace, despite how corrupt and unfathomably immoral many of the establishments may turn out. With a slight hope to bring more people into his life after the loss of many more in the past, Takai's initiative rests in that of the friends he makes around him and their capabilities as people. Previously, Takai's kindness went on to simply being a lending ear for venting and aggression, however his attempted consulting nature has recently made a new arrival into his inviting charisma. Obviously, he isn't a perfect man when it comes to keeping the social situation going, and has trouble separating certain incriminating eras of his career from the reality of his homebound life. Even so, a natural sceptic at heart, Takai is prone to raise questions, even when those he works for may not advise him to. Results are like gold, of course.
Role
Investigative Combat Specialist - NSF
Previous Employment
Kyoto Police - Honshu Special Investigation Agency (H.S.I.A)
Kyoto Police - Honshu Special Investigation Agency (H.S.I.A)
Biography
Okinawa, being the smallest of the five main Japanese islands, was the birthplace of young Takai, where he was brought up by pure homeland parents under a rather strict and disciplined collective. A bloodline leaning back to the traditional values of the Imperial Regime, Takai grew up in vigilance and honesty, learning to value the community and nation he was bred from. At first, the themes of nationalism were all but clear to him, swiping him up in a tempting wave of family value. Moving through the years of youth was swift but it was no means easy. Every week his family would listen to stories told by Takai's own Grandfather and Great Grandfather, speaking of their time within the Imperial Japanese Air Force and Army during the Second World War. Both coming from officerhood, it seemed rather miraculous that both had survived, holding the contradictory belief of living to fight another day if the next day needed them more. Iwo Jima, Okinawa and the Battle of Midway were all from their fabulous tales, still making Takai ponder how none of them had been subjected to ritualistic suicides for their nation and Emperor. He speculated that they were either too important or perhaps just lucky, but the sceptical questioning was always there.
In fact, that was where Takai first developed his intrigue in questioning the legitimacy of ones stories. A thirst for knowledge drove the child to study well throughout his education, he began to expertise in a sort of questioning task of philosophy, finding it more fun to ask questions and to find answers. However, philosophy itself frustrated him dearly, and the fact that no definite answer could be found drove him to drop all interest and instead pursue the ideas of law and order. Partly influenced by his Dad's convincing, hoping to get some sort of success out of Takai himself, eventually he tried to find his way through the pen-pushing environment of the lawyer's firms. Yet despite this, something in his early childhood struck him with fear. It all happened in 2012. That singular nuclear warhead dropped onto Tokyo, the capital of his homeland, and decimated half of the capital he'd grown to idolise through stories of his elders. Splintering screams and the vast boom was heard all throughout Okinawa on the very day. The sirens and the shrieks of panicked mothers, worried more arsenals were going to drop on their heads plagued his nightmares and struck a nerve in the poor boy.
Immediately, he found it within himself to take up a fatherly legacy. There was no war to come forth, not yet, and so Tekai immediately switched gears in his childlike mind to be a police officer of sorts, hoping to serve against those who would root out to destroy the means of his own nation. Throughout his teenage years, he heard stories all about the construction of NeoTokyo. It sounded wonderful at first; a true comeback against a supposed Korean menace. As the years passed faster and faster, with technology rising even quicker than before, the overwhelming tales of brilliance started to flood through his school gates. As soon as he graduated, Tekai left to Kyoto after securing a place in the police academy nearby, spending the next few years of his life learning the trades of an officer within the law. And unexpectedly, this is where his ideals began to change.
He began to see the dangers. Nationalist tendencies began to fade from his very view as he found the damage it began to cause upon others who weren't well versed in their own nations supposed superiority. Once again, Takai found himself questioning and being as sceptical as he could be. Failing to meet eye to eye with several of his officers, many of which were thinking of joining a recently acclaimed Military Unit formed within the JSDF. Article 9 had been abolished, and so a new wave of military interest had surged throughout the nation. Many individuals were hopeful of the newfound rise to power the nation may go through, and yet Takai refused to find a reason to join up. Instead, as the numbers of his policing precinct began to shrink, the overload of work began to bury Takai, ruining his social life once more and restricting him to long nights away from home. A previous lover of his, short term of course, left his side due to the recent absurdity of his work hours, finding him to be only loyal to that of his badge. Within months of the breakup, Takai found himself searching for a job within the Honshu Special Investigation Agency, a blend of armed policing and inspector career paths. Soon enough, he fell in love with the job, and finally made the trip to the acclaimed NeoTokyo for his first ever assignment.
It was a blend of beauty and a shithole all in the same street. No matter where he looked, he was struck by the awe of the neon lights, beautiful smells and amazing sounds to go around, and yet at the same time he felt an edge of disgust seep into the conditions of the city's populace. Hundreds were somewhat struggling, particularly those who hadn't conformed to the new wave of nationalism, living out their days on the old-Tokyo town. Before being granted access into the newly established Exclusion Zone of the fateful day that shook his childhood, Takai underwent several augmentation surgeries to enhance his ability both as a detective and peacekeeping soldier, of sorts. These included the face mounts for his regularly attached PHUD, small cybernetic muscle relaxants and reinforcements to further amplify his ability and reflexes to a par level with most soldiers of the modern world. Eventually, he was stationed in several lookout posts just outside of the pockets of radiation, routing out information on local criminal groups and rumoured organisations of Korean Exiles keen on continuing a supposed fight that had never been started. Gunfights were regular and the toils of battle eventually wore him down. And just as things were about to settle, the Moderate Minister won the elections.
A failed coup later, the big news of the exiling of the Jinrai, an infamous military branch destined to raise the banner of the rising sun across their homeland, brought about a new employment opportunity. At first, Takai didn't actually choose the career path offered to him. Initially he dismissed the invitation into a newfound branch known as the NSF, but persistence from his recruiters eventually granted him consent into joining this somewhat shadowy protection force he was unaware of. Eventually, he discovered its connections to the Prime Minister, and soon learned about a war that was seemingly raging for the last few weeks before the NSF's initiation. Against the Jinrai, a potentially black and white engagement of violent politics was fought in the shadowy alleyways and abandoned rooftops of much of Tokyo. One year passed and Takai made himself a somewhat recognisable member, but not one of any famous standing point. Specialising more in investigation as well as participating in numerous failed and successful raids on the advanced Jinrai adversaries, he felt the stress of battle begin to rip and tear into his confidence again. And now? Well...now was a time for being sceptical, as always.
Okinawa, being the smallest of the five main Japanese islands, was the birthplace of young Takai, where he was brought up by pure homeland parents under a rather strict and disciplined collective. A bloodline leaning back to the traditional values of the Imperial Regime, Takai grew up in vigilance and honesty, learning to value the community and nation he was bred from. At first, the themes of nationalism were all but clear to him, swiping him up in a tempting wave of family value. Moving through the years of youth was swift but it was no means easy. Every week his family would listen to stories told by Takai's own Grandfather and Great Grandfather, speaking of their time within the Imperial Japanese Air Force and Army during the Second World War. Both coming from officerhood, it seemed rather miraculous that both had survived, holding the contradictory belief of living to fight another day if the next day needed them more. Iwo Jima, Okinawa and the Battle of Midway were all from their fabulous tales, still making Takai ponder how none of them had been subjected to ritualistic suicides for their nation and Emperor. He speculated that they were either too important or perhaps just lucky, but the sceptical questioning was always there.
In fact, that was where Takai first developed his intrigue in questioning the legitimacy of ones stories. A thirst for knowledge drove the child to study well throughout his education, he began to expertise in a sort of questioning task of philosophy, finding it more fun to ask questions and to find answers. However, philosophy itself frustrated him dearly, and the fact that no definite answer could be found drove him to drop all interest and instead pursue the ideas of law and order. Partly influenced by his Dad's convincing, hoping to get some sort of success out of Takai himself, eventually he tried to find his way through the pen-pushing environment of the lawyer's firms. Yet despite this, something in his early childhood struck him with fear. It all happened in 2012. That singular nuclear warhead dropped onto Tokyo, the capital of his homeland, and decimated half of the capital he'd grown to idolise through stories of his elders. Splintering screams and the vast boom was heard all throughout Okinawa on the very day. The sirens and the shrieks of panicked mothers, worried more arsenals were going to drop on their heads plagued his nightmares and struck a nerve in the poor boy.
Immediately, he found it within himself to take up a fatherly legacy. There was no war to come forth, not yet, and so Tekai immediately switched gears in his childlike mind to be a police officer of sorts, hoping to serve against those who would root out to destroy the means of his own nation. Throughout his teenage years, he heard stories all about the construction of NeoTokyo. It sounded wonderful at first; a true comeback against a supposed Korean menace. As the years passed faster and faster, with technology rising even quicker than before, the overwhelming tales of brilliance started to flood through his school gates. As soon as he graduated, Tekai left to Kyoto after securing a place in the police academy nearby, spending the next few years of his life learning the trades of an officer within the law. And unexpectedly, this is where his ideals began to change.
He began to see the dangers. Nationalist tendencies began to fade from his very view as he found the damage it began to cause upon others who weren't well versed in their own nations supposed superiority. Once again, Takai found himself questioning and being as sceptical as he could be. Failing to meet eye to eye with several of his officers, many of which were thinking of joining a recently acclaimed Military Unit formed within the JSDF. Article 9 had been abolished, and so a new wave of military interest had surged throughout the nation. Many individuals were hopeful of the newfound rise to power the nation may go through, and yet Takai refused to find a reason to join up. Instead, as the numbers of his policing precinct began to shrink, the overload of work began to bury Takai, ruining his social life once more and restricting him to long nights away from home. A previous lover of his, short term of course, left his side due to the recent absurdity of his work hours, finding him to be only loyal to that of his badge. Within months of the breakup, Takai found himself searching for a job within the Honshu Special Investigation Agency, a blend of armed policing and inspector career paths. Soon enough, he fell in love with the job, and finally made the trip to the acclaimed NeoTokyo for his first ever assignment.
It was a blend of beauty and a shithole all in the same street. No matter where he looked, he was struck by the awe of the neon lights, beautiful smells and amazing sounds to go around, and yet at the same time he felt an edge of disgust seep into the conditions of the city's populace. Hundreds were somewhat struggling, particularly those who hadn't conformed to the new wave of nationalism, living out their days on the old-Tokyo town. Before being granted access into the newly established Exclusion Zone of the fateful day that shook his childhood, Takai underwent several augmentation surgeries to enhance his ability both as a detective and peacekeeping soldier, of sorts. These included the face mounts for his regularly attached PHUD, small cybernetic muscle relaxants and reinforcements to further amplify his ability and reflexes to a par level with most soldiers of the modern world. Eventually, he was stationed in several lookout posts just outside of the pockets of radiation, routing out information on local criminal groups and rumoured organisations of Korean Exiles keen on continuing a supposed fight that had never been started. Gunfights were regular and the toils of battle eventually wore him down. And just as things were about to settle, the Moderate Minister won the elections.
A failed coup later, the big news of the exiling of the Jinrai, an infamous military branch destined to raise the banner of the rising sun across their homeland, brought about a new employment opportunity. At first, Takai didn't actually choose the career path offered to him. Initially he dismissed the invitation into a newfound branch known as the NSF, but persistence from his recruiters eventually granted him consent into joining this somewhat shadowy protection force he was unaware of. Eventually, he discovered its connections to the Prime Minister, and soon learned about a war that was seemingly raging for the last few weeks before the NSF's initiation. Against the Jinrai, a potentially black and white engagement of violent politics was fought in the shadowy alleyways and abandoned rooftops of much of Tokyo. One year passed and Takai made himself a somewhat recognisable member, but not one of any famous standing point. Specialising more in investigation as well as participating in numerous failed and successful raids on the advanced Jinrai adversaries, he felt the stress of battle begin to rip and tear into his confidence again. And now? Well...now was a time for being sceptical, as always.
Equipment
Field and On-Duty
- Combat Unit of the NSF
- Personal Heads Up Display, tailored to his face mounts.
- Tactical Notations Pad
- NP-721-S Variant Sub-Carbine
- S-112 Handgun
- NSF Dataknife
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"Pass me a drink, this is going to be a long day."
Name
Eliza 'Ellie' Willis
Gender
Female
Age
21 Years - March 7th, 1893EC
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Race
Harrowville, Armine - Vinland
Appearance
Described as the most 'Europan' Vinlander around, Eliza walks with an almost royal aura trailing behind her. Though it is unintentional, her graceful appearance often leads to many treating her in strict formality. Around her near-colourless face, elegant hair flows from beneath her head-dressing and her eyes shimmer a glimmering bloom of aquatic tones. Her peaceful and silent looks stem directly from her lineage abroad, being one of the first Vinlander's within the bloodline she secretly holds on to. Eliza doesn't hold a petite figure, but rather one of small muscle and make-do strengths that get her through her military days. Standing at 5'10", she doesn't boast any exponential height advantages over her peers, instead taking pride in her attires more than her physical appearance.
One thing that makes her almost instantly recognisable is her affinity for longer and draped military fatigues. Stretching to just above her knees, Eliza generally can be seen fighting, living and serving in an autumn military jacket, going over the standard shirts and trousers of the Vinland Expeditionary Force. Whilst it is more of a mimic of older senior officers, who tend to parade themselves as such to fulfil a superiority complex, Eliza tends to wear hers simply because she finds a strong liking to its comfort, despite its rough cotton material. Most of what she wears is vastly the same to the standard Vinland soldier, right down to their helmet, webbing and boots. Off-duty, she tends to walk around in long dresses of one bright colour, letting her hair flow free and her chest unconstrained by the discomfort of tight combat attires.
Personality
Eliza tries to see herself as a big sister. In truth, she never had a sibling to look after, so she always took the time to adopt any other friend to become a newfound brother or sister. In protecting someone, an immense drive got her through each day of school, through each encounter with a bully and helped her wake up every morning after. Protecting was her little niche. And whilst she hated to admit it, there wasn't much drive for her in the day if she wasn't doing just that. It fuelled a little part inside of her that wanted to be a reliable individual, one that wanted to be sought for help when someone else needed it. Half as an egotistical amplification and half as a genuine preach for assistance. To achieve this, Eliza tries to outreach kindness to her fellow soldiers if the need arises. However, in pursuit of her authoritative nature, she isn't afraid to lend an angry command to those who look up to her.
Following her rise through the ranks in training, and by being selected to act as the first wave of new generation non-commissioned officers for the Vinland Expeditionary Force, Eliza tends to keep a more conservative personality to uphold her respectable place. One thing is for sure: Eliza does not take what she has for granted. Knowing when she's been gifted and opportunity and when she's actively worked towards achieving a goal, she will always be thankful for her own actions, as well as the people around her giving the slim opportunities to do so. Her boasts remain silent and instead she focuses on the achievements of those around her, which are aimed to build a tighter trust between her and those who follow her orders. Unfortunately, its overall success is limited. Issues surrounding her as a Sergeant still come by and give her a slight anger, worsening the connection and impressions she has of those under her command. Ultimately, she tries to maintain her elder-sibling appreciation for the people around her, but with a slight deviance from kindness in order to enforce proper formality, orderly combat execution and a more calming environment in the heat of battle. When the formal tone is not enough, she will resort to bashful aggression to get her point across.
Rank
Sergeant
Role
Rifleman - Non-Commissioned Officer
Potentials
Stand Fast!
Despite having an out-of-date doctrine, Eliza brings out her full Vinland courage to try and inspire her soldiers immensely. Having a natural feat for speeches, delivering orders with sturdiness and using the depths of her lungs to blast out any command she has, Eliza prides herself with the voice of a leader, even if she can't fully match that expectation in action.
Europan Dialect
With her family roster only recently including tallying up Vinlanders like herself, Eliza's distinctive looks commonly mistake her for a native of Europa. Matched with her near fluent capabilities at speaking Native Francian as well as moderate Imperial Native, Eliza tends to play into the favour of both Vinland and Europan officers alike. Whilst it did initially alienate her from her Vinland brothers and sisters in arms, she slowly has begun to connect with those closest to her homeland.
Failed Adjustment
Eliza depended heavily on the training she received in her earliest days, spending all of her hours going back and fourth on the fields of practice to hone her skillset. Every book available was read and every open training session was attended, proving her hardwork. However, as the Vinland Doctrine is out of date, unable to shift to the reality of the Great War, Eliza found herself without the well-tuned knowledge required to execute genuine strategy. Conflicts between what she knows best and what really is the best option commonly delay her strategic capability.
Biography
Harrowville, Armine; 1894EC. Eliza was born in the small coastal town and lived lovingly with her Mother and Father for the years of growing up. Without a sibling to connect with, she spent most of her time focusing on herself and improving her own personal abilities, mainly in the academic sector. School was her second home, spending more time around the libraries and study sessions than the peers in her class. Whilst not exactly a popular girl in terms of friends, she did hold a reputation of elegance that carried through the minds of those she spoke to. A great deal of child 'suitors' attempted to ask her on childhood dates across the surrounding hills of Harrowville, most of which were simply met with a kind acceptance without ever going further than the first encounter. School was arguably the best part of her life, where little care had to be attributed to the responsibilities of a growing woman in a difficult world stricken with political landslides. Instead, she took her heart to the languages of the world, studying Native Francian, Imperial Native and the history of Europa as her guiding traits in the world. For a short while, she subscribed to the followings of the Yggdist faith under the teachings of the Valkyrur, but never led it on to become a staple part of her life. Fellow Yggdists complained of her lack of faith, thus removing her from the sect to little to no surprise. Though her childish self was upset at first, within days she was back to studying and keeping herself entertained by the words on paper before her.
Childhood slowly developed into adolescence and the stress of undying responsibility placed itself upon her shoulders. Eliza began to feel a strong loneliness, all the while struggling to make any real friends besides the common acquaintance. Motioning through the days, she kept her studying as a metaphysical companion to accompany her through those lonesome hours. Once those days became weeks, she questioned her parents about their potential for another child, giving her a sibling to naturally latch onto. Despite the incredible appreciation her parents had for her as a single child, stating that she was a culmination of excellence, Eliza continued to question why they wouldn't just have another infant to add to the family. Questions like What if I was killed? and "I don't want to be alone" were regularly responded to with a light-hearted chuckle, stating that no ill-will would befall her. Those nights spent grumbling as any teenager were became genuine fear of lonesomeness. Once her parents were gone, there would be no one major left, other than the distant cousins across the waters of the Atlantic. And so, with the fear gnawing at her mind, she spent the rest of those innocent years improving her self, taking up sporting activities such as cross-country and tennis all the while retaining her academic studies. Perfecting Francian, she began to spend a huge portion of her time growing her Imperial aural abilities.
By the age of 17, the reality of the political world had finally settled in to her daily conversations as the news headlines were flooded with them. For every announcement of technological advancement or prodigal achievement from some youthful scientist, there was at least seven disturbingly political articles detailing the international affairs beginning to break down overseas. And on that one fateful day, the headlines were lined with huge bold text, all screaming out the same voices of terror as the competitive papers: WAR! At first, Eliza was scared, never really delving into what a modern war could come across as. With the number of participants rising in a matter of days, its escalation caused panic throughout the homes of those in Vinland, questioning what it meant for them as traditional friends to the Atlantic Federation. Moments later, the Presidency announced their distance from the conflict, making their views clear that the war was likely to last a maximum of a single year, with everyone coming together to realise how pointless their actions may be.
But it never did. The war started out slow, but soon news of huge battles and clashes against the Assen and Wessel traumatised the Western World of Europa. Shipments of refugees were seen coming in and out of towns like Harrowville almost all the time, both from Francia, Iberon, Edinburgh and the Empire. Some were welcomed with open arms, whilst others were aggressive towards their cowardly ways, seeing them as dishonourable. Those old sentiments of a warrior's spirit and duty were limited in numbers, but they spoke louder than the common pacifist. Slowly, things began to look uglier for the people across the lake. Heartbreaking news such as cousins and familial names being slaughtered in the early battles began to toy with her comfort. She felt at pressure, and with her out of school without anything to keep her occupied, she finally found herself joining the scarcely limited Vinland Army, simply to give her a protected place in the world whilst also gathering a semi-stable income. And through training, she worked endlessly to appease her superiors, all whilst finally finding something to satisfy a long-awaited itch that needed to be scratched.
When those around her fell victim to troublesome training, she made it her mission to bring them back onto their feet. Immediately, she felt a rush of motherhood or a sibling's love fall upon her whenever she placed someone back onto their boots, making them excel with her through the ranks. Her superiors caught onto it, making her a Private First Class as soon as she exited training. 1911 came around and she was an incorporated soldier in the midst of a struggling, peaceful nation, refusing to take off the gloves and bludgeon the noses of their apparent enemy. Even though Vinland had no real stake in the Europan War other than to protect its allies and friends, which at the time was done through supplements of equipment and barely occasional volunteers, Eliza was desperate to get into the fight to start making a difference to people's lives. She attempted to volunteer into the Atlantic Army via a transfer, however she was denied several times. Many believe it was because her Officers wanted her to remain within the Vinland Ranks to train additional soldiers, though its real reason was left unheard of.
The years passed. By late 1912, she was promoted to Corporal and remained in her position doing nothing but training her fellow Vinland soldiers as they were recruited in barely sizeable waves. Without a reason to join the war, the amount of troops within the professional army was barely visible at most, giving them a struggling time to operate on grander scales when preparing for a potential declaration of war. The year dragged on, but Eliza occupied herself with the fascination of taking care of others. Once more, that sickening kick of egotistical importance started to flourish amongst her allies. Some found it tedious, whilst others became attached to her almost immediately. And eventually, 1913 came around. At the start of the year, Eliza was sent with a moderate garrison to the Isle of Kanerath, one of the several vital Edinburgh naval ports centred in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. Whilst most garrisons were transferred to frontline infantry, the head of the Federation replaced its empty spaces with Vinland troops on a lot of occasions. Secretly hoping for their ports to be raided and thus bringing the Vinlanders into the fray, many unaware soldiers like Eliza did so without much care. Training on and off, reading, drills and all the above. Eliza had a fling with a sailor once or twice, but felt her romance grow short and lack true love, dropping as more of measly fun than genuine compassion.
Finally, the day came. On November 5th, 1913EC, seven Imperial ships strayed off their recommended path. Five destroyers, an armoured cruiser and a single dreadnought scraped by the Isle of Kanerath, initiating a devastating exchange of cannonades. Though the attack was initially unplanned, shelling and constant bombardment led to fourteen hours of struggling for survival. Not once in those hours did Eliza see a single face of the Empire, only their distant bodies in smaller boats as they failed landfall twice, eventually turning to a complete glassing of the island itself. On the Fourteenth Hour, the nearest Strike Fleet of the Edinburgh Navy arrived, clashing in the third largest naval engagement of 1913. The Battle of Kanerath was barely fought close up, not like the other battles many of the infantry would expect, and so Eliza never developed any sense of conflict within her heart. She didn't see who shot at her, only the flags of their allegiance. And from there, she yearned only to take the gloves off and bloody the nose of the Empire.
Once the battle was over, she was credited with her achievements of protecting her units and organising a very very basic defensive line near the coastal edge to break away the rowboats that never made it to shore. Sergeant Willis was now her rank, and she felt pride surge through her blood for years to come.
And eventually, the time she had arrogantly dreamt off had come. War was declared, and as she had to wait for total mobilisation, Eliza was placed as a training assistant and instructor for the preparing 2nd Division of Vinland Infantrymen. To her, this was the start to a glorious chapter in her life. In reality, it was the start of a nightmare waiting to challenge what she believed in.
Affiliations
Father - Roger Willis [Alive]
Mother - Julianne Willis [Alive]
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 | Lucas J. Whittaker 'Lighter' 5'11" | 83kg | 24 Years | Heterosexual Birthplace: Ambler, Pennsylvania Sergeant - 13718599 |
Profile
Appearance
Standing at a levelled 5'11" in height, Lucas doesn't hold any out of the ordinary traits for any servicemen stationed in Vietnam. Though as well built as many of the other soldiers he's surrounded by, Lucas has at least the endurance and energy to maintain himself in his year long service. Though his documented military photograph above shows a clean shaven fellow, Lucas has since grown out a small amount of facial hair. Lucas currently has short, light brown hair bordering a golden orange tone, as a result of a ginger mother and brunette father. His eyes are a natural dark green, blending into his uniform rather fittingly. Behind what are usually tired eyelids lies a commonly stressed and exhausted gaze built up from the months of fighting. Like most unfortunate soldiers, grime and dirt builds up on their skin overtime. No matter how many times Lucas washes it off, it always finds its way back, as it does to every soldier.
On the topic of uniforms, the on-duty attire of Lucas hasn't been tampered with too much, but its grime and grit is far from its original self when he first wore it. Lucas prefers to roll up his sleeves and at least give some air into his body, loosening his shirt and fighting more lightly than he previously would have. As a potential Squad Leader, he is burdened by the equipment and webbing that comes with such a role, forcing him to ensure he has the energy and strength to carry the gear placed onto him. Atop of his helmet, familiar scribbles and jargon of a tired man can be seen all across it. Scribbles such as crossed out months, all leading up to December, remain etched into the flanks of it, whilst the back simply reads "Let me Sleep!" A small old vietcong flask is strapped to the other side of his helmet, differentiating from the usual matchbox look adopted by his comrades. Off duty, he still retains his military fatigues, simply stripping down all the gear, webbing and additional baggage on top. Occasionally Lucas will don a military cat, though only to shield his eyes from the scorching heat.
On the topic of uniforms, the on-duty attire of Lucas hasn't been tampered with too much, but its grime and grit is far from its original self when he first wore it. Lucas prefers to roll up his sleeves and at least give some air into his body, loosening his shirt and fighting more lightly than he previously would have. As a potential Squad Leader, he is burdened by the equipment and webbing that comes with such a role, forcing him to ensure he has the energy and strength to carry the gear placed onto him. Atop of his helmet, familiar scribbles and jargon of a tired man can be seen all across it. Scribbles such as crossed out months, all leading up to December, remain etched into the flanks of it, whilst the back simply reads "Let me Sleep!" A small old vietcong flask is strapped to the other side of his helmet, differentiating from the usual matchbox look adopted by his comrades. Off duty, he still retains his military fatigues, simply stripping down all the gear, webbing and additional baggage on top. Occasionally Lucas will don a military cat, though only to shield his eyes from the scorching heat.
Personality
Lucas has been described by his peers with a single adjective: Drained. Having been amongst the very first to set foot into Vietnam, the Sergeant has seen the full extent of the war. Vietnam has become his second home, and he tends to keep his eyes on his surroundings at all times, regardless of how safe or far from combat he really is. That being said, Lucas isn't broken. He attempts to maintain his once cheerful outlook on life, knowing full well that a smile on one's face was always enough to brighten the worst of situations. Wandering around aimlessly has led to some of the strongest individuals breaking in the loneliness of the Vietnamese jungle. So, simply to appease his friends and higher officers, Lucas tends to tell himself that the war isn't as bad as people make it seem. Regardless on his morality, anger and distress had built up over the years to come, clouding his judgement on occasion. Yet despite this disfigurement of decision-making, Lucas has been described as a reliable NCO with an affinity for exploring different opportunities until there weren't any left. A testament to the common veteran, he seemingly hasn't snapped and still remains considerably capable of following orders given to him, as long as he could make some sort of logical conclusion out of why they were given. Eagerness has always been a strong feat of his own, yet cautiousness is just as vital to his own survival. The year in Vietnam has taught him not to let his mind wander, lest he were to fall to one of the thousands of traps set for him.
Indefinitely, Lucas is nothing like his former self. Before he was sent to Vietnam, he held a strong vocal pride for his home, his comrades and his superiors. The textbook soldier was his quota to fill. It made him easy to ignore, one of the hundreds of thousands; he wasn't unique. When deployed, the way the war has shaped Lucas has led to him developing more of a personal view on the world, one that has taught him the importance of keeping his allies close and his enemies closer. Without a doubt, he's still quite the conversationalist and does enjoy joking around as a means to numb the agony of war, but overconfidence and the allies around him that take their safety for granted have occasionally bashed heads against his own, as the same has happened with his Commanding Officers. Staying in the peaceful, yet bustling, cities nearby has always been a pastime used to cope with a crippling hole within his heart - the family and friends he left behind in America. However, on a lighter note, it isn't rare to see Lucas making small performances with the Platoon's acoustic guitar or writing down his notes and journal entries on occasion, just to jog his mind back into the realm of sanity.
Indefinitely, Lucas is nothing like his former self. Before he was sent to Vietnam, he held a strong vocal pride for his home, his comrades and his superiors. The textbook soldier was his quota to fill. It made him easy to ignore, one of the hundreds of thousands; he wasn't unique. When deployed, the way the war has shaped Lucas has led to him developing more of a personal view on the world, one that has taught him the importance of keeping his allies close and his enemies closer. Without a doubt, he's still quite the conversationalist and does enjoy joking around as a means to numb the agony of war, but overconfidence and the allies around him that take their safety for granted have occasionally bashed heads against his own, as the same has happened with his Commanding Officers. Staying in the peaceful, yet bustling, cities nearby has always been a pastime used to cope with a crippling hole within his heart - the family and friends he left behind in America. However, on a lighter note, it isn't rare to see Lucas making small performances with the Platoon's acoustic guitar or writing down his notes and journal entries on occasion, just to jog his mind back into the realm of sanity.
Rank and Role
Sergeant - Squad Leader / Fireteam Leader (Varying)
Biography
Born in Ambler, Pennsylvania, in 1935, Lucas J. Whittaker was the youngest of two brothers at the time. Quiet, though not introverted, he led a typical lifestyle as any boy did. He spent most of his childhood going to school, playing around and listening to the progression of a war beyond United States soil. At the age of 9, in 1944, his father joined the United States Army as a Tank Commander, eventually fighting in both the Pacific and European theatres before the war came to a conclusion. Separated from his father, for the next four years Lucas set his focus to education and maintaining a close connection to his mother, who still remained distressed by the fact her husband had gone to serve. Any time an ounce of bad news came back to the United States, she dreaded the worst and suspected her own lover had been killed in action, regardless of him being anywhere near the battle. Her woes were somewhat wasted as she eventually reunited with him in 1948 upon the war's conclusion. Life became rough immediately after. Though only 13, Lucas noticed the changes in his father quickly, how he became tiresome, found it difficult to adjust to life outside of the military and even spoke to his family in a formal dialect commonly found in the war. Lucas' older brother fell out with his father more so than often, making family life hard to properly adjust to. However, Lucas himself maintained a strong and steady relationship with his father, sitting down and listening to his incessant stories of war. Eventually, his talk about friendship struck a small nerve in Lucas. He had no real aspirations beforehand, other than his small interest in music. Once he finished school at 18, Lucas was granted permission from his parents to enlist into the United States Military in 1955, just as the tensions of the world were reaching undesirable heights.
Life in the military was exciting, though for all the wrong reasons. Past training and never-ending drill sections, the grim reminder that a war could break out at any moment struck a pain in the hearts of every enlistee. Constant news about a foreign civil war in Vietnam became the talk of every soldier's mind. New candidates for the following year's election would always make promises about the threats of communism, and for a long while Lucas rolled along with their ideological crusades. On the second year of his service, Lucas was sent to several garrisoned islands in the pacific, as well as sometimes being called for assistance in training new recruits abroad. One such assignment saw him go to Vietnam for the first time, where everything seemed peaceful and beautiful. During his stay, he never saw the war as it was, nor did he know whether or not he'd participate in it in the future. President Richmond's policy to help contain communism lay in providing their allies with the necessary tools to do so. Alongside his platoon, Lucas acted as an assistant to training ARVN soldiers, all who seemed lacking in strategic value upon first glance. He never understood why he was there, only that he had to be there because someone had ordered him too. Within a few months, he was sent home with the rest of his platoon, eventually being granted a promotion from Private First-Class to Corporal for taking the time to help breed the new world of democracy. All in all, it was an over-exaggeration of what his platoon had truly done, but the new chevrons were a lovely addition to his clothing. During his "peacetime" service, he'd picked up the acoustic guitar to pass the time, giving himself a new tool to mess with.
Come 1958 and the news finally broke out. War had been declared on the Northern Vietnamese movement, and so within days Lucas had to pack his bags and brace for his first real assignment. Just like his brothers and sisters in arms, all who had received the information at the same time, he felt confident about the upcoming engagements ahead. The United States of America had been the talk of the world, many bloating its influence and capabilities through the news and common international relations. Armed with new weapons and a slight urge to put his training to use, Lucas joined the first wave into Vietnam, thinking to himself that he was prepared for the journey ahead of him. And as he hadn't expected, the reality was far from his expectation.
1958 was the year that began to shape Lucas for who he really was. Patrols weren't a boring assignment anymore like they were back in the States, here they were the difference between life and death. One moment, he'd be talking to a friend he'd known for years, only for them to fall into a pit of punji spikes. Stress layered on top of him, and over the course of the year Lucas partook in several skirmishes and two major operations. Every battle was fuelled with bloody rage. Ammunition flew in every direction, cleanly piercing both friend and foe. Sometimes the now infamous Vietcong were their adversary, other times the NVA. The jungle became not only a place to fear, but a state of mind. Anxiety toyed with its victims in the jungle, tying them to trees of horror and plunging their hearts into pits of insecurity. Everyday he saw someone, either hurt or mangled, shot or blown to pieces. Every day he became slightly less trustworthy of those around him, be they enemy soldiers or simple villagers looking to make their way in the world. He saw people he knew snap, break apart and fall into strange underworlds of chaos. One day it'd be a guitar serenade to keep his allies happy, other days it was heading into the depths of the jungle to retrieve the pilots of a downed helicopter. He stopped writing home to his parents, instead getting someone else to do it for him. It told them he was still alive, even if it wasn't him saying it. Eventually, he found yet another promotion come his way, putting him in command of fireteams and occasionally an entire squad. Missions became more about his perception and ability to remain headstrong, meaning he forcefully whipped his mental state into one of practicality. His fears were now a mantle for his will to keep his men and women alive.
1959: Yet another countless wave of soldiers were soon to head their way. It had been over a year since the war had started, nearly a year and a half. It was hard to tell who was winning and who was losing. Ground meant little to Lucas, only results from each battle. Taking territory was about as important as knowing which toilet the local Captain had pissed in. He kept his friends close and attempted to maintain relations with all those around him, unaware that the next potential wave may have held more than he'd experienced beforehand. And at the end of it all, he yearned for the sweet relief of stress, hoping to finally settle beside a comrade and spend a day leaving his woes aside for happiness.
Born in Ambler, Pennsylvania, in 1935, Lucas J. Whittaker was the youngest of two brothers at the time. Quiet, though not introverted, he led a typical lifestyle as any boy did. He spent most of his childhood going to school, playing around and listening to the progression of a war beyond United States soil. At the age of 9, in 1944, his father joined the United States Army as a Tank Commander, eventually fighting in both the Pacific and European theatres before the war came to a conclusion. Separated from his father, for the next four years Lucas set his focus to education and maintaining a close connection to his mother, who still remained distressed by the fact her husband had gone to serve. Any time an ounce of bad news came back to the United States, she dreaded the worst and suspected her own lover had been killed in action, regardless of him being anywhere near the battle. Her woes were somewhat wasted as she eventually reunited with him in 1948 upon the war's conclusion. Life became rough immediately after. Though only 13, Lucas noticed the changes in his father quickly, how he became tiresome, found it difficult to adjust to life outside of the military and even spoke to his family in a formal dialect commonly found in the war. Lucas' older brother fell out with his father more so than often, making family life hard to properly adjust to. However, Lucas himself maintained a strong and steady relationship with his father, sitting down and listening to his incessant stories of war. Eventually, his talk about friendship struck a small nerve in Lucas. He had no real aspirations beforehand, other than his small interest in music. Once he finished school at 18, Lucas was granted permission from his parents to enlist into the United States Military in 1955, just as the tensions of the world were reaching undesirable heights.
Life in the military was exciting, though for all the wrong reasons. Past training and never-ending drill sections, the grim reminder that a war could break out at any moment struck a pain in the hearts of every enlistee. Constant news about a foreign civil war in Vietnam became the talk of every soldier's mind. New candidates for the following year's election would always make promises about the threats of communism, and for a long while Lucas rolled along with their ideological crusades. On the second year of his service, Lucas was sent to several garrisoned islands in the pacific, as well as sometimes being called for assistance in training new recruits abroad. One such assignment saw him go to Vietnam for the first time, where everything seemed peaceful and beautiful. During his stay, he never saw the war as it was, nor did he know whether or not he'd participate in it in the future. President Richmond's policy to help contain communism lay in providing their allies with the necessary tools to do so. Alongside his platoon, Lucas acted as an assistant to training ARVN soldiers, all who seemed lacking in strategic value upon first glance. He never understood why he was there, only that he had to be there because someone had ordered him too. Within a few months, he was sent home with the rest of his platoon, eventually being granted a promotion from Private First-Class to Corporal for taking the time to help breed the new world of democracy. All in all, it was an over-exaggeration of what his platoon had truly done, but the new chevrons were a lovely addition to his clothing. During his "peacetime" service, he'd picked up the acoustic guitar to pass the time, giving himself a new tool to mess with.
Come 1958 and the news finally broke out. War had been declared on the Northern Vietnamese movement, and so within days Lucas had to pack his bags and brace for his first real assignment. Just like his brothers and sisters in arms, all who had received the information at the same time, he felt confident about the upcoming engagements ahead. The United States of America had been the talk of the world, many bloating its influence and capabilities through the news and common international relations. Armed with new weapons and a slight urge to put his training to use, Lucas joined the first wave into Vietnam, thinking to himself that he was prepared for the journey ahead of him. And as he hadn't expected, the reality was far from his expectation.
1958 was the year that began to shape Lucas for who he really was. Patrols weren't a boring assignment anymore like they were back in the States, here they were the difference between life and death. One moment, he'd be talking to a friend he'd known for years, only for them to fall into a pit of punji spikes. Stress layered on top of him, and over the course of the year Lucas partook in several skirmishes and two major operations. Every battle was fuelled with bloody rage. Ammunition flew in every direction, cleanly piercing both friend and foe. Sometimes the now infamous Vietcong were their adversary, other times the NVA. The jungle became not only a place to fear, but a state of mind. Anxiety toyed with its victims in the jungle, tying them to trees of horror and plunging their hearts into pits of insecurity. Everyday he saw someone, either hurt or mangled, shot or blown to pieces. Every day he became slightly less trustworthy of those around him, be they enemy soldiers or simple villagers looking to make their way in the world. He saw people he knew snap, break apart and fall into strange underworlds of chaos. One day it'd be a guitar serenade to keep his allies happy, other days it was heading into the depths of the jungle to retrieve the pilots of a downed helicopter. He stopped writing home to his parents, instead getting someone else to do it for him. It told them he was still alive, even if it wasn't him saying it. Eventually, he found yet another promotion come his way, putting him in command of fireteams and occasionally an entire squad. Missions became more about his perception and ability to remain headstrong, meaning he forcefully whipped his mental state into one of practicality. His fears were now a mantle for his will to keep his men and women alive.
1959: Yet another countless wave of soldiers were soon to head their way. It had been over a year since the war had started, nearly a year and a half. It was hard to tell who was winning and who was losing. Ground meant little to Lucas, only results from each battle. Taking territory was about as important as knowing which toilet the local Captain had pissed in. He kept his friends close and attempted to maintain relations with all those around him, unaware that the next potential wave may have held more than he'd experienced beforehand. And at the end of it all, he yearned for the sweet relief of stress, hoping to finally settle beside a comrade and spend a day leaving his woes aside for happiness.
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Special Reconnaissance Regiment
 | William J. Albarn 'Sonar' 6'2" | 83kg | 29 Years | Heterosexual Birthplace: High Wycombe, Buckinghamshire - United Kingdom Lieutenant - Special Reconnaissance Regiment |
Profile
Appearance
Albarn tends to blend quite well with the crowd. Standing at 6'2" and weighing 83kg, nothing about him stands out from the rest of the world. There's no definitive or visible muscle compared to that of any average European and as far as facial recognition goes there's no outstanding features that easily set him apart. Under the alias 'Sonar', Albarn equips himself in lighter gear than most operators, sticking to flexibility, manoeuvrability and complimenting subtle movement, usually donning darker colours of beige and black if the situation allows for it. Layered with smaller layers of body armour and webbing pouches for ease of access, it suits Albarn well for his expertise. Outside of duty, Albarn is commonly clad in military fatigues, including his Emerald Grey SRR Beret; occasionally he will dress down to casual wear, separating himself from the military lifestyle through looks as well.
Psychological Report
"Albarn has always been a peculiar one to watch over. With the weight of a certain legacy resting upon his shoulders, there's always been that drive to insert himself into any opportunity that may hone his skills. In the past, it was an unhealthy drive, one that got him into a lot of issues with some superiors, however I believe it's payed off rather well. He knows his way around the equipment we have and has his heart set in the right place, there's no denying it.
One thing I must compliment him on is his affinity to be a people's person if he needs to be. Talking to senior Operators about their gear and learning trades of mechanics comes with its secondary benefits after all. It's a comfortable social life, one where he will talk to people when its worthwhile, or in the interests in their help. We've found him recently to be very fond of keeping stressed Operators and even panicked hostages (preferably rescued ones) at ease. Unfortunately, I worry that perhaps this might be at the expense of his own constitution, where he can find the stress of battle dig into his neck, like a scorpion let loose.
On another note, he's always been a very...how do I put this? He believes actions are far stronger than words, though mainly through the products of an individual's output. For Albarn, it's his equipment. Reliable, he calls it. Minimalist, and something he isn't reliant on. If there's anything personal preference goes by, that's the way an Operator should be.
Yet, he's effective. Good company, and a good friend. English lad, too. So far he hasn't let relationships get in the way of his job, but that doesn't mean he hasn't gone to make those connections in the first place. And besides, unlike some old comrades, he knows when to keep a bloody mouth closed shut."
- Six
One thing I must compliment him on is his affinity to be a people's person if he needs to be. Talking to senior Operators about their gear and learning trades of mechanics comes with its secondary benefits after all. It's a comfortable social life, one where he will talk to people when its worthwhile, or in the interests in their help. We've found him recently to be very fond of keeping stressed Operators and even panicked hostages (preferably rescued ones) at ease. Unfortunately, I worry that perhaps this might be at the expense of his own constitution, where he can find the stress of battle dig into his neck, like a scorpion let loose.
On another note, he's always been a very...how do I put this? He believes actions are far stronger than words, though mainly through the products of an individual's output. For Albarn, it's his equipment. Reliable, he calls it. Minimalist, and something he isn't reliant on. If there's anything personal preference goes by, that's the way an Operator should be.
Yet, he's effective. Good company, and a good friend. English lad, too. So far he hasn't let relationships get in the way of his job, but that doesn't mean he hasn't gone to make those connections in the first place. And besides, unlike some old comrades, he knows when to keep a bloody mouth closed shut."
- Six
Rank and Role
Lieutenant [SRR] - Specialist Technician / Operator [Active]
Biography
Born in High Wycombe, Buckinghamshire, William has always had trouble fitting in with his childhood peers. In his infancy, he was adopted by the 'Albarn' family. From the start, his family were very transparent about who he was biologically, yet it didn't stop them from caring about him as if he was their own. The stigma of adoption had been removed early on and William soon forged an immensely tight bond with his adoptive brother, Michael. Though there was a strong three year gap between them, limiting their shared education, their home life was commonly spent in each other's company, be it after school clubs, causing insignificant childhood trouble and living the upmost normal life. Of course, that changed very quickly on. At the age of 18, Michael left to join the Royal Marines, leaving William to his own personal self for the first time in years. There, he found his love for technology, and damn well did it stick with him onward.
Though at the age of 16 he considered enlisting into the British Armed Forces, hoping to gain the quickest route to reuniting permanently with Michael, he convinced himself to take a step back and focus on studies, taking his A-Levels and furthering his education. It was when he turned 18 that he actually made the move, jumping into Officer's Training in the Royal Marines, using the enlistment to also fund his undergraduate bachelor's degree in Electrical Engineering, specifically in the Imperial College of London. Once his degree was finished and his training in Sandhurst was complete, at the age of 21, he went into full service as a Second Lieutenant, all the while working closely with Electrical Engineering branches of the Forces. There, he remained comfortable for two years, becoming a Lieutenant and taking his place in the Armed Forces for a short while, deploying in several countries such as Afghanistan, Spain, Iraq, Syria and Egypt. Contact with Michael ground to a halt as his adoptive sibling was offered an unknown position outside of conventional reach. In response, Lieutenant Albarn caught the eye of the Special Reconnaissance Regiment, or SRR, and decided to take his abilities a step further.
Training was gruesome, as he expected. Somehow he pulled through with a sense of pride and dignity, though his results weren't exactly exemplary compared to his hardened peers. Now under the UKSF, Albarn's life took a more familiar turn to what he is used to today. As the Unit was set up to unburden the SAS and SBS from intelligence and reconnaissance gathering, Albarn once again found himself travelling all over the world in unfamiliar operations of counter terrorism - notably, the SRR played a critical role in both Operation: Sea Demon and Operation: White Pool, the latter in tracking down and monitoring a remnant group of the previously defused White Mask Movement. It was there he had his first encounter with Team RAINBOW; and to his surprise, amongst the Operatives present was none other than Michael Albarn, under the callsign Hindsight.
Having proven his worth over the course of another three years, the now 24 year old William was soon recommended towards Six, the daunting figurehead of Team RAINBOW. After many background checks, Operational assessments and several interviews, RAINBOW offered William a position under their leadership, taking him away from the frontlines of Counter-Terrorism and instead hiring him as an Electrical Engineer to maintain and work with Operator's experimental gear. Michael remained as 'Hindsight' during this time, rekindling the familial bond with his adoptive younger brother as quickly as they'd done as children. Here, William further integrated himself into RAINBOW's familiarity, becoming a reliable behind-the-scenes member who spent many sleepless nights learning the trade of engineering behind each Operator's gear. At the age of 25, William was sent as an envoy to the highly secretive United States Covert Operations Unit, Third Echelon, to negotiate the testing and usage of their developing 'Sonar Goggles'. That was the day that changed the course of William's involvement in RAINBOW forever.
Third Echelon agreed to provide RAINBOW with their own version of the Ultra-High Frequency Sonar Goggles, however it was only a single model. Through what seemed at the time as a tough, ruthless and unfair deal, RAINBOW were given free reign to tamper with its gear, however they were not allowed to request any parts or replacements from Third Echelon until development was complete. William was assigned to work with the Goggles on his own for a while, testing it in adaptive situations. Over the two years he spent developing it, he condensed it down to work on a single eye, lowering its profile and integrating an Operator's utility radio into its devices, formally creating the UHF-SON-2. Michael was brought out of service for five months to test the new model in combat situations, with William himself occasionally taking his place on sick days. Now 27, William had provided a new asset that solidified a near permanent place in RAINBOW's background scene. That was until Michael found himself being critically wounded.
16th August 2033. During a combined arms raid with the Korean 707th Special Mission Battalion, Michael was shot several times across his body, mainly his arms, and was unable to get out of the way of a handheld improvised explosive device, severing his lower left leg. 'Hindsight' was extracted in due haste and was formally discharged from active military service, being allotted specialised medical and physiotherapy for the upcoming years of his life. This event temporarily halted William's progress as a serving member of RAINBOW, understandingly breaking his heart. However, after conversations with his brother rose up again, he found a sense of commitment to continue his brother's work in the field and requested a transfer into the Operator's Sector of Team RAINBOW. At first it was questioned, meaning William was opted to provide suitable reasoning for his case. In spirit, he provided his military history in the Royal Marines, SRR and Team RAINBOW development programme, as well as offering the field-testing of the UHF-SON-2 Goggles. After much consideration, he was granted his transfer, and by the age of 28 he became a fully-fledged member of RAINBOW's Operator Roster under the new alias of SONAR.
Born in High Wycombe, Buckinghamshire, William has always had trouble fitting in with his childhood peers. In his infancy, he was adopted by the 'Albarn' family. From the start, his family were very transparent about who he was biologically, yet it didn't stop them from caring about him as if he was their own. The stigma of adoption had been removed early on and William soon forged an immensely tight bond with his adoptive brother, Michael. Though there was a strong three year gap between them, limiting their shared education, their home life was commonly spent in each other's company, be it after school clubs, causing insignificant childhood trouble and living the upmost normal life. Of course, that changed very quickly on. At the age of 18, Michael left to join the Royal Marines, leaving William to his own personal self for the first time in years. There, he found his love for technology, and damn well did it stick with him onward.
Though at the age of 16 he considered enlisting into the British Armed Forces, hoping to gain the quickest route to reuniting permanently with Michael, he convinced himself to take a step back and focus on studies, taking his A-Levels and furthering his education. It was when he turned 18 that he actually made the move, jumping into Officer's Training in the Royal Marines, using the enlistment to also fund his undergraduate bachelor's degree in Electrical Engineering, specifically in the Imperial College of London. Once his degree was finished and his training in Sandhurst was complete, at the age of 21, he went into full service as a Second Lieutenant, all the while working closely with Electrical Engineering branches of the Forces. There, he remained comfortable for two years, becoming a Lieutenant and taking his place in the Armed Forces for a short while, deploying in several countries such as Afghanistan, Spain, Iraq, Syria and Egypt. Contact with Michael ground to a halt as his adoptive sibling was offered an unknown position outside of conventional reach. In response, Lieutenant Albarn caught the eye of the Special Reconnaissance Regiment, or SRR, and decided to take his abilities a step further.
Training was gruesome, as he expected. Somehow he pulled through with a sense of pride and dignity, though his results weren't exactly exemplary compared to his hardened peers. Now under the UKSF, Albarn's life took a more familiar turn to what he is used to today. As the Unit was set up to unburden the SAS and SBS from intelligence and reconnaissance gathering, Albarn once again found himself travelling all over the world in unfamiliar operations of counter terrorism - notably, the SRR played a critical role in both Operation: Sea Demon and Operation: White Pool, the latter in tracking down and monitoring a remnant group of the previously defused White Mask Movement. It was there he had his first encounter with Team RAINBOW; and to his surprise, amongst the Operatives present was none other than Michael Albarn, under the callsign Hindsight.
Having proven his worth over the course of another three years, the now 24 year old William was soon recommended towards Six, the daunting figurehead of Team RAINBOW. After many background checks, Operational assessments and several interviews, RAINBOW offered William a position under their leadership, taking him away from the frontlines of Counter-Terrorism and instead hiring him as an Electrical Engineer to maintain and work with Operator's experimental gear. Michael remained as 'Hindsight' during this time, rekindling the familial bond with his adoptive younger brother as quickly as they'd done as children. Here, William further integrated himself into RAINBOW's familiarity, becoming a reliable behind-the-scenes member who spent many sleepless nights learning the trade of engineering behind each Operator's gear. At the age of 25, William was sent as an envoy to the highly secretive United States Covert Operations Unit, Third Echelon, to negotiate the testing and usage of their developing 'Sonar Goggles'. That was the day that changed the course of William's involvement in RAINBOW forever.
Third Echelon agreed to provide RAINBOW with their own version of the Ultra-High Frequency Sonar Goggles, however it was only a single model. Through what seemed at the time as a tough, ruthless and unfair deal, RAINBOW were given free reign to tamper with its gear, however they were not allowed to request any parts or replacements from Third Echelon until development was complete. William was assigned to work with the Goggles on his own for a while, testing it in adaptive situations. Over the two years he spent developing it, he condensed it down to work on a single eye, lowering its profile and integrating an Operator's utility radio into its devices, formally creating the UHF-SON-2. Michael was brought out of service for five months to test the new model in combat situations, with William himself occasionally taking his place on sick days. Now 27, William had provided a new asset that solidified a near permanent place in RAINBOW's background scene. That was until Michael found himself being critically wounded.
16th August 2033. During a combined arms raid with the Korean 707th Special Mission Battalion, Michael was shot several times across his body, mainly his arms, and was unable to get out of the way of a handheld improvised explosive device, severing his lower left leg. 'Hindsight' was extracted in due haste and was formally discharged from active military service, being allotted specialised medical and physiotherapy for the upcoming years of his life. This event temporarily halted William's progress as a serving member of RAINBOW, understandingly breaking his heart. However, after conversations with his brother rose up again, he found a sense of commitment to continue his brother's work in the field and requested a transfer into the Operator's Sector of Team RAINBOW. At first it was questioned, meaning William was opted to provide suitable reasoning for his case. In spirit, he provided his military history in the Royal Marines, SRR and Team RAINBOW development programme, as well as offering the field-testing of the UHF-SON-2 Goggles. After much consideration, he was granted his transfer, and by the age of 28 he became a fully-fledged member of RAINBOW's Operator Roster under the new alias of SONAR.
Equipment
- Operational Reconnaissance
- Intelligence Gathering Proficiency
- Electrical Engineering Degree
- Previous Team RAINBOW Equipment Engineer
- Naval and Amphibious Training
- Pragmatic Thinker
- Eye for Details
- Nimble Dexterity
- Nearly five-years experience within RAINBOW
- Covert Operations Training
Weaponry
- H&K MP5SD
- L119A2 SFIW
- Sig Sauer P226
- L3A1 Standard Bayonet
- L132A1 Smoke Grenades
- L109A1 HE Grenades
- SRR Reconnaissance Kit - Binoculars, Maps etc.
- UHF-SON-2
Ultra-High Frequency Sonar Headwear - Mk. 2
The UHF-SON-2 is an off-breed development to the original Sonar Goggles found in the hands of Third Echelon. Condensed from its more conventional predecessor, SON-2 aims to improve the ergonomics and flexibility of the original design, all the while retaining its functionality. In short, the SON-2 headwear is a tactical device that uses sonar to outline objects, people and threats either in the dark, around corners or on the other sides of walls, all within an approximate 10-15 metre range. Sonar Pings are adjustable via the headset, with the highest ping frequency being every 3 seconds and its lowest being every 10. It does not track movement, only the current locations of objects, people and weapons within the area, and it does not scan what the objects are, reliant on the user to identify the outlines and shapes of the objects that appear ahead of him, something Sonar utilises wisely.
An unavoidable disadvantage to the goggles is that their operational accuracy and functionality drastically decreases when the operator is moving at high speeds. This can include jogging or running, though when walking it does tend to appear a little "foggy". It's best used in static or slow movements, maintaining a clear and unfazed reading per each ping. Its goggle is layered with a grey scaled tint, giving a somewhat average night-vision view, even between each ping. The SON-2 is especially useful when combined with sight-obstructive equipment, such as smoke grenades, or when power is being cut out to certain buildings. The SON-2 headgear is also equipped with a built in Operative Personal Radio for ease of communications.
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| Grant Valente 5'10" | 68kg | 15 Years [Pre-Breach] | Heterosexual Birthplace: Krolva District - Wall Rose 19th November, 841 Mediterranean Ethnicity "Death will come. It always does." |
Profile
Appearance
Amidst a sea of unique soldiers, all differentiated by wild apparel, personalities and appearances, he has always found himself to blend into the crowd averagely. 5'10" - he stands on the taller end of the spectrum. The hazel eyed, blonde haired Grant houses his abilities within an apt body, not one of advantageous strength or dexterity, instead complimenting both in unison to a lesser extent. His posture is at least healthy, though sometimes shrouded with his focus on caution and dwindled by the fears of the foes he'd have to face in the line of duty. His hair is almost always ruffled, left to naturally curl around each strand. The only consistent grooming done to it is the occasional cut, making sure it doesn't fall too lower over his eyes or get caught in the way of his daily activities. Physically, Grant isn't too broad and definitely doesn't rely on any sense of intimidation or strength to get through the harshness of the real world. Some may consider him too tender at the touch for service, yet he seems to have a capable athleticism by second-glance. In terms of clothing, he wears the standard uniform with a loose olive shirt beneath. Off-duty, he'd sometimes wear an assortment of cheap clothing and scarfs.
Personality
Some people in life have never striven towards a goal, sailing through life as it comes, saddened by their sense of misdirection - Grant is one of those drifters. Throughout his childhood, he always seemed to follow in the footsteps of whatever spectre stood before him, leading to many long, lonesome days in solace. In his misguidance, a sense of community has only been allowed to blossom through the time he spent with his Uncle. Friendship has always been a strange concept he rarely latched on to early on, and now with his journey into the military he is hesitant to make the stride towards those social developments. That being said, Grant tends to be a quiet individual unless his voice is in dire need. To those who do befriend him, he is capable of maintaining conversation, his nerves generally pushing him into rambles about irrelevant topics or dropping the tone for seriousness on a sudden dime. His skills as a leading figure are lacklustre, still in its infancy and to be developed alongside his dread of losing those close to him.
Yet though fear used to rule out his childhood, recent endeavours with his Uncle has brought out a much more vocal individual, one who isn't afraid to speak if he needs to. Pragmatic and far too focused on finding the best solution, his mind lends itself to creating long-terms strategies whilst sacrificing the ability to take charge and lead them. In the short term, instinct battles with his logical side which translates into his training. Making quick strikes comes naturally, not through thought. However, in a militaristic sense, Grant has been implanted with the belief that soldiers aren't the means to the ends, but their lives and combat efficiency is. A soldier who can fight another day is better than a dead one, especially one that can learn from their tribulations obstructing them before.
Hidden inside all of the hesitation, however, is someone who could build dedication, find a sense of direction and push towards a goal he sees just. Sometimes the truth is as ugly as the lies, and Grant has realised this through the many stories passed down to him. With practice, he could become an efficient icon of leadership, but it would take work and exterior help to go so far. Until then, Grant simply puts himself forward to be as useful to those around him as it can at the expense of his own well-being, perhaps devoid of reasoning.
Yet though fear used to rule out his childhood, recent endeavours with his Uncle has brought out a much more vocal individual, one who isn't afraid to speak if he needs to. Pragmatic and far too focused on finding the best solution, his mind lends itself to creating long-terms strategies whilst sacrificing the ability to take charge and lead them. In the short term, instinct battles with his logical side which translates into his training. Making quick strikes comes naturally, not through thought. However, in a militaristic sense, Grant has been implanted with the belief that soldiers aren't the means to the ends, but their lives and combat efficiency is. A soldier who can fight another day is better than a dead one, especially one that can learn from their tribulations obstructing them before.
Hidden inside all of the hesitation, however, is someone who could build dedication, find a sense of direction and push towards a goal he sees just. Sometimes the truth is as ugly as the lies, and Grant has realised this through the many stories passed down to him. With practice, he could become an efficient icon of leadership, but it would take work and exterior help to go so far. Until then, Grant simply puts himself forward to be as useful to those around him as it can at the expense of his own well-being, perhaps devoid of reasoning.
Rank / Branch
Cadet / 112th Trainee Corps
Biography
Officially born in the district of Krolva District of Western Wall Rose, Grant's first few years of infancy were met with a nomadic trail of confusion, circumnavigating the towns and villages between Walls Rose and Maria. Without a major source of income, his mother and father split themselves across the land to gather whatever coin they could. Working on farms, taking part time jobs and trading between villages, it became a very unstable economy for the Valente family. Grant primarily stayed with his father once he turned three, living alongside him as a tag-along to his endeavours, always holding him back from total independence. For a while, Grant became a target to his father's wrongdoings, a face to blame and a place of venting a lot of pent up anger. From village to village, he only became a distant burden for his guardian, forcing him down a path of neglect and loneliness. At first he hated it, but soon grew to accept it, albeit saddened by it all. Eventually, the family found an abode, cheap and inducted into the core of humanity - The Western District of Quinta.
Life was immediately worsened by the inability to adopt the urban lifestyle. It took several years for him to blend into the world, finding out about what alleyways to not go down, which childhood bullies to avoid and how to get out of the way of Military Police pursuits. Being on the exterior of humanity's borders, Grant was daunted by the greatness of the walls, towering above all that had come to know. The streets were bustling with markets and activity, crime and music. Worst of all came the horrific returns of the Scouting Legion. At age 9, Grant was introduced to one of his two Uncles - Mateo Valente. Mateo at the time was a serving member of the Scouting Legion, a well liked one at least. His exotic ways were beyond that of the simple nomadic life Grant's father liked. Tension rose between the two at every visit, with Mateo being scolded by his older brother to give up the serving life. Every expedition he returned from was one of blood, steel and death. At first, Grant believed his father that it was wrong, but when he began to talk to Mateo he soon developed a level of friendship right away.
Mateo was a Scout, a member designated to serve humanity on a bold scale. When Grant turned 12, he left the Survey Corps and began to spend more time in Quinta. Arguments at home became even more common than before. The same name of another unseen Uncle was thrown around at every hour, used as a defence or aggressive assault against one another. Grant never paid attention to it, it wasn't his business. Instead, he spent time with his Uncle so that his father could work, soon learning that his Mother's departure was one of divorce rather than business enquiry. Life became a tangent of bland mornings, argumentative afternoons and late evenings hanging out with Mateo. Out of the military, he went around and discussed stories of horror, courage and hope, reminding Grant of how the threat of the Titans was very much real, encouraging him to read about it. Eventually, the two began to travel for trading between towns, continuing his father's nomadic work for additional income.
Eventually, a time came for Mateo to be called back into action. The reasons were withheld from Grant once again, taken away by the authorities to return to work. There was hesitation, struggling and eventually he submitted, returning to active duty with a familiar green cape. When he left, he urged Grant to follow him into the military, stating that a life at home would only be painful and unsafe. Perhaps something was coming, no one truly knew. Instead, Grant waited until he turned 15 and left home, enlisting into the military and joining the 112th Trainee Corps, his eyes set on a dark future he didn't realise he was walking into. But whatever was coming, he would rather have the tools to protect himself than to squander beneath their gaping teeth.
Officially born in the district of Krolva District of Western Wall Rose, Grant's first few years of infancy were met with a nomadic trail of confusion, circumnavigating the towns and villages between Walls Rose and Maria. Without a major source of income, his mother and father split themselves across the land to gather whatever coin they could. Working on farms, taking part time jobs and trading between villages, it became a very unstable economy for the Valente family. Grant primarily stayed with his father once he turned three, living alongside him as a tag-along to his endeavours, always holding him back from total independence. For a while, Grant became a target to his father's wrongdoings, a face to blame and a place of venting a lot of pent up anger. From village to village, he only became a distant burden for his guardian, forcing him down a path of neglect and loneliness. At first he hated it, but soon grew to accept it, albeit saddened by it all. Eventually, the family found an abode, cheap and inducted into the core of humanity - The Western District of Quinta.
Life was immediately worsened by the inability to adopt the urban lifestyle. It took several years for him to blend into the world, finding out about what alleyways to not go down, which childhood bullies to avoid and how to get out of the way of Military Police pursuits. Being on the exterior of humanity's borders, Grant was daunted by the greatness of the walls, towering above all that had come to know. The streets were bustling with markets and activity, crime and music. Worst of all came the horrific returns of the Scouting Legion. At age 9, Grant was introduced to one of his two Uncles - Mateo Valente. Mateo at the time was a serving member of the Scouting Legion, a well liked one at least. His exotic ways were beyond that of the simple nomadic life Grant's father liked. Tension rose between the two at every visit, with Mateo being scolded by his older brother to give up the serving life. Every expedition he returned from was one of blood, steel and death. At first, Grant believed his father that it was wrong, but when he began to talk to Mateo he soon developed a level of friendship right away.
Mateo was a Scout, a member designated to serve humanity on a bold scale. When Grant turned 12, he left the Survey Corps and began to spend more time in Quinta. Arguments at home became even more common than before. The same name of another unseen Uncle was thrown around at every hour, used as a defence or aggressive assault against one another. Grant never paid attention to it, it wasn't his business. Instead, he spent time with his Uncle so that his father could work, soon learning that his Mother's departure was one of divorce rather than business enquiry. Life became a tangent of bland mornings, argumentative afternoons and late evenings hanging out with Mateo. Out of the military, he went around and discussed stories of horror, courage and hope, reminding Grant of how the threat of the Titans was very much real, encouraging him to read about it. Eventually, the two began to travel for trading between towns, continuing his father's nomadic work for additional income.
Eventually, a time came for Mateo to be called back into action. The reasons were withheld from Grant once again, taken away by the authorities to return to work. There was hesitation, struggling and eventually he submitted, returning to active duty with a familiar green cape. When he left, he urged Grant to follow him into the military, stating that a life at home would only be painful and unsafe. Perhaps something was coming, no one truly knew. Instead, Grant waited until he turned 15 and left home, enlisting into the military and joining the 112th Trainee Corps, his eyes set on a dark future he didn't realise he was walking into. But whatever was coming, he would rather have the tools to protect himself than to squander beneath their gaping teeth.
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 | Laurence Newman 6'3" | 77kg | 20 Years Heterosexual Midhurst, Sussex - United Kingdom 3rd September, 1999 Anglo-Polish |
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Appearance
Clean shaven, well-kept and presentably dressed, it's not uncommon for Laurence to be singled out as an uninspired, behaving student that sinks into the crowds. Aside from a near perfect posture, that's about where his usual appearance ends. Physically, he isn't built too well and, although semi-athletic, he's rather lean, scrawny to the distant eye. With dirty-blonde hair that raggedly drapes down the back of his skull and over his neck, his relaxing natural expression helps amplify his appearance of a loose composure. His eyes are rimmed with a misty blue iris.
Laurence tends to wear loose-fit clothes both in and out of University hours, most of which were purchased in either charity shops or from family members no longer wanting them. As such, much of his wardrobe is similar in all but colour and the occasional plaid pattern. On the colder and wetter days of London's climate, he's likely to be seen in heavy grey-drab and scarves, favouring them over coats and shorter jackets. However, upon transition to the World of Fog, his attires generally remain minimalist in colour and baggage, anchoring on ht ideals of practicality over stylistic looks.
Laurence tends to wear loose-fit clothes both in and out of University hours, most of which were purchased in either charity shops or from family members no longer wanting them. As such, much of his wardrobe is similar in all but colour and the occasional plaid pattern. On the colder and wetter days of London's climate, he's likely to be seen in heavy grey-drab and scarves, favouring them over coats and shorter jackets. However, upon transition to the World of Fog, his attires generally remain minimalist in colour and baggage, anchoring on ht ideals of practicality over stylistic looks.
Personality
First and foremost, Laurence is a young man fluent in the world of art. Showering himself in creative pieces throughout his childhood has brought out a strong desire to create, or to be creative in how he looks over daily obstacles. To those outside, he's well-versed in the medium of film and visualised storytelling, a level-headed and down-to-earth individual who doesn't fall victim to being pretentious. Aptly tempered on the surface, some could say he's pleasant to be around. In conversation about art is where his passion tends to show, with a clear mindset as to what he wants to do and a flexible sense of improvisation to combat obstructions along the way. Such personality traits venture into his tendency to host collaborations between courses, opening up his social circle just that little bit more. And that's where the problems begin. See, when you're everyone's acquaintance, you're no ones actual friend.
Laurence is well aware of his lack of friends and does struggle with the idea of long-term relationships. The concept itself is a desire, something he wants to pursue in the hopes of finding a figure to take pride alongside. Instead, he found himself alone, liked by all but loved by none. True, one couldn't guess of his loneliness from meeting him. A standout guy with a name for himself; it's almost as if he lived a perfectly comfortable one. But depravity has taking its toll throughout his childhood. When alone, he talks to himself as if a friend is there. Easily embarrassed and all around low on self-esteem. He could hold any conversation he wanted, there was just no one to have them with. And without the family he wished for, his purpose falls.
From house to house, foster parent to foster parent, Laurence struggles with a starved life lacking love. He began to lose interest in his own work, recently. In dire need to reconcile with what few blood-related family members that are still left, he continues to hide his all that he does by living a life in wordless frustration.
Laurence is well aware of his lack of friends and does struggle with the idea of long-term relationships. The concept itself is a desire, something he wants to pursue in the hopes of finding a figure to take pride alongside. Instead, he found himself alone, liked by all but loved by none. True, one couldn't guess of his loneliness from meeting him. A standout guy with a name for himself; it's almost as if he lived a perfectly comfortable one. But depravity has taking its toll throughout his childhood. When alone, he talks to himself as if a friend is there. Easily embarrassed and all around low on self-esteem. He could hold any conversation he wanted, there was just no one to have them with. And without the family he wished for, his purpose falls.
From house to house, foster parent to foster parent, Laurence struggles with a starved life lacking love. He began to lose interest in his own work, recently. In dire need to reconcile with what few blood-related family members that are still left, he continues to hide his all that he does by living a life in wordless frustration.
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The Star
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Aqua - Agility
Equipment
Martini-Henry Rifle
Quarterstaff
Desdemona
“She loved me for the dangers I had passed, and I loved her that she did pity them.”
Loved, betrayed, murdered. Walking in beauty and with a perfect image, the sweet Venetian lass moved along a path of excellence alongside a lover she once gave her name to. When deceit and the cruel workings of the world took form, she suffered, losing her purpose and willingly allowing for her strangulation as to appease her ex-lover. In death, she sought a purpose of being loved. In legacy, she faded into tragedy.
“She loved me for the dangers I had passed, and I loved her that she did pity them.”
Loved, betrayed, murdered. Walking in beauty and with a perfect image, the sweet Venetian lass moved along a path of excellence alongside a lover she once gave her name to. When deceit and the cruel workings of the world took form, she suffered, losing her purpose and willingly allowing for her strangulation as to appease her ex-lover. In death, she sought a purpose of being loved. In legacy, she faded into tragedy.
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The Star
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Aqua - Agility
Equipment
Martini-Henry Rifle
Quarterstaff
Education
BA (Hons) Filmmaking - Thames' Edge University
Biography
How does one live a childhood without a parent to lead the way? The orphaned may look up to the owner of their orphanage, or the parents that adopt them in the coming years. There's always the chance that won't happen. Those who don't get to cherish the comforting realisation of continuing a legacy fall short of happy. Memories so familiar to others, learning to ride bikes, taking rides on cheap holidays...those are inconceivable to some. Laka Adamcevski was one of those children. A mistake. An accident. The product of someone's poor life decision. And within a month of his birth, an abandoned plastic bag left drifting in the gales of sorrow. A dysfunctional relationship left him bastardised. Off went the mother, and away she went into the mist. At first, things weren't all fog and darkness, the father took their son as he should have: lovingly and with care. Times change though. People change. Intents change. Judgement begins.
Careers were locked out of, even so as Laurence outgrew infancy. Mr Adamcevski could no longer pursue his life goal. He was anchored. His small business fell apart with his absence. Debt began to rise up. Unprepared to shift into complete paternity, he began to hate his son. Laka became a nuisance, a naive husk that treated life as an innocent playground. When he couldn't emotionally lash out, he turned to drinking. Neither can remember how far he truly went. All that was known was that shortly after, he couldn't handle his own burden anymore and signed Laka up for fostering by the age of five. His name was subsequently retrofitted into something more British by his father's decision. And so, the child Laurence Newman was eventually fostered into his first family.
Laurence didn't talk that much as a child. He'd primarily heard polish and adjusted to it, but muted himself out of fear for his father's depression. Moving to the other side of Midhurst, out of his small yet predominantly polish community, left him blindsided and isolated. He entered a public school and was immediately subjugated to special educational needs to accommodate for his lack of linguistic development. One such method of communication that was adopted early on was art. Association of images to words - a tool to teach and to tell. This was his first step into the future career he'd fall in love with.
At aged 7 he moved to his second foster parents after disputes and communication issues with the former. He joined a Polish family this time and stuck with them for 4 years. There, he continued his studies and honed in on his English whilst rekindling his halfhearted native tongue. It was at this age he dwelt more upon his childhood. The family he lived with already had children. They, much like several classmates, enjoyed bullying him. Between the childlike harassment and the struggles at school, he finally became far more fluent through the use of entertainment; specifically, he fell in love with film. Its combination of visuals, language and storytelling helped him develop his linguistic skills drastically. He recited scripts in his bedroom alone, looking up the meanings and actively partaking in online discussion forums. Albeit, in his early years much of his time was spent reading others than actually engaging in conversation. At age 13, he moved to his third foster home, getting a change due to the bullying getting to him.
The third family was the shortest lived. Eight months. Halfway through secondary school, Laurence fell out with his foster parents more, unwilling to accept them as some sort of replacement to his father's separation. A blend of puberty and genuine anger led to many household disputes. To cope with each argument's aftermath, he'd draw, watch online series and actively talk online about film. He started writing scripts as a way to help with his English GCSE understanding, only to fall in love with the practice just as he had for film. By the eight month of putting up with the worst household yet, he was finally moved to his last place of residence. At the age of 15, he fell into obscurity.
Laurence didn't love his last family. They were nice. They were hardworking and consistently busy. They knew their duty to look after Laurence in his late teens and gave him a space to be looked after. None of them really admired what he did nor did they look to see what he'd created. His amateur filmmaking he'd do for tiny online communities were ignored by those close to him, pushing them away further than ever before. It was also at this time, during his GCSEs, that Laurence tried to reconcile with his father. The two had seen each other on the very rare occasion, their chats being reduced to nothing but few word sentences and stares of sadness. Laurence would never believe his father when he said that he was sorry. He convinced himself the two didn't love one another, even if they did in their hearts. And with that, Laurence shoved himself down a pit of inadequacy. He felt inferior when he created things in his spare time. Appraisal from peers and teachers didn't feel like much. He breezed through sixth form in detest for his own creative output. Clouding his own hatred by showering others in idolisation solved nothing but to satisfy his generosity and desire to make others happy. He grew into a peer to go to for help, to learn from and to improve from. All the advice he gave helped the others develop not only as writers and filmmakers, but as people. He lacked the final component they received.
And so, he joined University. Moving to London, he separated from his foster family, though this time only for education. Still under their guardianship, they helped fund his time as a student through the wealth of their growing chemical engineering enterprise. He was given enough to help with maintenance as the student loan he received was minimal. The first year went by. He felt worse than before. He saw relationships blossom, a new form of love that permanently rivalled that of familial bonds. Laurence faded once again into obscurity. In his loss of purpose, he almost forgot of his origins. He forgot about why he loved making films, only continuing to do so for an inexplicable enjoyment. He needed something to give him meaning. And that something was the appreciation of someone he loved.
BA (Hons) Filmmaking - Thames' Edge University
Biography
How does one live a childhood without a parent to lead the way? The orphaned may look up to the owner of their orphanage, or the parents that adopt them in the coming years. There's always the chance that won't happen. Those who don't get to cherish the comforting realisation of continuing a legacy fall short of happy. Memories so familiar to others, learning to ride bikes, taking rides on cheap holidays...those are inconceivable to some. Laka Adamcevski was one of those children. A mistake. An accident. The product of someone's poor life decision. And within a month of his birth, an abandoned plastic bag left drifting in the gales of sorrow. A dysfunctional relationship left him bastardised. Off went the mother, and away she went into the mist. At first, things weren't all fog and darkness, the father took their son as he should have: lovingly and with care. Times change though. People change. Intents change. Judgement begins.
Careers were locked out of, even so as Laurence outgrew infancy. Mr Adamcevski could no longer pursue his life goal. He was anchored. His small business fell apart with his absence. Debt began to rise up. Unprepared to shift into complete paternity, he began to hate his son. Laka became a nuisance, a naive husk that treated life as an innocent playground. When he couldn't emotionally lash out, he turned to drinking. Neither can remember how far he truly went. All that was known was that shortly after, he couldn't handle his own burden anymore and signed Laka up for fostering by the age of five. His name was subsequently retrofitted into something more British by his father's decision. And so, the child Laurence Newman was eventually fostered into his first family.
Laurence didn't talk that much as a child. He'd primarily heard polish and adjusted to it, but muted himself out of fear for his father's depression. Moving to the other side of Midhurst, out of his small yet predominantly polish community, left him blindsided and isolated. He entered a public school and was immediately subjugated to special educational needs to accommodate for his lack of linguistic development. One such method of communication that was adopted early on was art. Association of images to words - a tool to teach and to tell. This was his first step into the future career he'd fall in love with.
At aged 7 he moved to his second foster parents after disputes and communication issues with the former. He joined a Polish family this time and stuck with them for 4 years. There, he continued his studies and honed in on his English whilst rekindling his halfhearted native tongue. It was at this age he dwelt more upon his childhood. The family he lived with already had children. They, much like several classmates, enjoyed bullying him. Between the childlike harassment and the struggles at school, he finally became far more fluent through the use of entertainment; specifically, he fell in love with film. Its combination of visuals, language and storytelling helped him develop his linguistic skills drastically. He recited scripts in his bedroom alone, looking up the meanings and actively partaking in online discussion forums. Albeit, in his early years much of his time was spent reading others than actually engaging in conversation. At age 13, he moved to his third foster home, getting a change due to the bullying getting to him.
The third family was the shortest lived. Eight months. Halfway through secondary school, Laurence fell out with his foster parents more, unwilling to accept them as some sort of replacement to his father's separation. A blend of puberty and genuine anger led to many household disputes. To cope with each argument's aftermath, he'd draw, watch online series and actively talk online about film. He started writing scripts as a way to help with his English GCSE understanding, only to fall in love with the practice just as he had for film. By the eight month of putting up with the worst household yet, he was finally moved to his last place of residence. At the age of 15, he fell into obscurity.
Laurence didn't love his last family. They were nice. They were hardworking and consistently busy. They knew their duty to look after Laurence in his late teens and gave him a space to be looked after. None of them really admired what he did nor did they look to see what he'd created. His amateur filmmaking he'd do for tiny online communities were ignored by those close to him, pushing them away further than ever before. It was also at this time, during his GCSEs, that Laurence tried to reconcile with his father. The two had seen each other on the very rare occasion, their chats being reduced to nothing but few word sentences and stares of sadness. Laurence would never believe his father when he said that he was sorry. He convinced himself the two didn't love one another, even if they did in their hearts. And with that, Laurence shoved himself down a pit of inadequacy. He felt inferior when he created things in his spare time. Appraisal from peers and teachers didn't feel like much. He breezed through sixth form in detest for his own creative output. Clouding his own hatred by showering others in idolisation solved nothing but to satisfy his generosity and desire to make others happy. He grew into a peer to go to for help, to learn from and to improve from. All the advice he gave helped the others develop not only as writers and filmmakers, but as people. He lacked the final component they received.
And so, he joined University. Moving to London, he separated from his foster family, though this time only for education. Still under their guardianship, they helped fund his time as a student through the wealth of their growing chemical engineering enterprise. He was given enough to help with maintenance as the student loan he received was minimal. The first year went by. He felt worse than before. He saw relationships blossom, a new form of love that permanently rivalled that of familial bonds. Laurence faded once again into obscurity. In his loss of purpose, he almost forgot of his origins. He forgot about why he loved making films, only continuing to do so for an inexplicable enjoyment. He needed something to give him meaning. And that something was the appreciation of someone he loved.
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Filip Adamcevski - Filip moves around the country, now that he's joined his new business and begun to fix his life's debts. Very little contact has been kept between the two and each time it occurs its met with painful melancholy.
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Filip Adamcevski - Filip moves around the country, now that he's joined his new business and begun to fix his life's debts. Very little contact has been kept between the two and each time it occurs its met with painful melancholy.
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