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Rath Drazkowski

Rath Off-Duty

Age: 25

Height: 6'4" / Weight: 204 lbs / Gender: Male

Nationality: Polish

Branch of Service: Soviet Army - 211 Batal'on Zhar

Rank: 2ndLt

Experience: Veteran

TSF: Su-27SM

TSF Role: Storm Vanguard

TSF Loadout:
A-97 Assault Cannon (4x36mm and 2x120mm Magazines)
Spike Vanes/Blade Vanes
2 X Arm Blade Motors

Personality: Rath is never one to miss an opportunity to tell a good joke or two..or three. He is the first one to try and cheer someone up if they are sad, no matter what their relation is to him. Rath is often described as light-hearted, care-free, and easy-going by his comrades. He is very adamant about not getting hung up about sentimental things, rather focusing on the present and moving forward. Anytime he suffers a tragedy he uses humor to mask how upset he actually is and would rather pretend something doesn't bother him than face it. Every once in awhile Rath will go to a secluded room or area and let loose a scream of anguish and anger, that he will not let anyone to see. It is incredibly important to Rath that everyone see him as the bright, cheerful guy he makes himself out to be and is. When two fellow soldiers have physical quarrel, he is the first one to step in whether to break it up with words or by force.

History: Born without a father a day after the fall of Poland, Rath was raised solely by his mother without much knowledge of his dad or homeland. His entire early childhood, Rath's mother would never truly smile and always held a solemn look in her features. This caused Rath a lot of distress until one day he walked into the kitchen after a rainy day and said "Mama, birdie won't fly!" with tears in his eyes, he held a frog. The smile and few seconds of laughter he saw from her were like the prettiest gems in the world, he had made her smile. From then on Rath would try everyday to accomplish the same feat, succeeding some days but also falling short on others. That was when he decided his mission was to bring back smiles and laughter not just to his mother, but to everyone in the world.

When he was only twelve years old he was 'conscripted' by the Soviet Union officials, tearing him away from his mother and the only person he had in the whole world. The last gift he received from his mother was a small stack of photos of both his father and various pictures of Poland before it fell. During his training, He realized that before the whole world could smile and laugh again...the BETA would need to be eliminated. This realization gave into conviction and he saw past his situation to the goal ahead and always gave it his all keeping his humor alive through it all. Of course Rath's eagerness to become better and stronger did not sit well with the other kids abducted by the Soviets, and was often ridiculed, but by the end of their training he was friends with most of them.

He got his first taste of real-combat when his Battalion helped the Soviets drive back BETA that were targeting the Milkovsky District. This battle codified his dream in his mind, the reason why he would continue to fight until every last BETA was killed on Earth and beyond. The conflicts leading up to the defenese of the soviet base ц-04 would only strengthen his skills as an front-line aggressor and hone his piloting ability. It was after the defense of ц-04 that he screamed in anger and loss for the first time. The losses they endured only for the Soviet Union to stab them in the back? That day the naive veil that was over his eyes lifted. It was hardly a year after that Rath went through what can only be described as hell. Operation Ouka. Rath by then had some experience under his belt but nothing could prepare him for the losses his battalion endured fighting the Laser-Fort class BETA. Rath was no longer fighting for victory, he was fighting for his own survival. During the final attack run on the Laser-Fort Class he prepared himself for death and suddenly he understood the sacrifice his father made all those years ago. Rath managed to dodge one of the stingers and prevented himself from getting impaled however his TSF was badly damaged after the stinger destroyed its one leg and both of his thrusters. He never got to see the massive BETA fall as he carefully made his way back to allied forces, the entire experience would haunt his dreams for the next two years.

The Soviet Union were eager to send Rath as part of their contribution to the multi-national battalion "The Grey Wolves" after a few.....'disagreements' between him and a senior officer. Rath was happy for the transfer excited to meet pilots from around the world. Despite the loss and tragedy, the one thing Rath has been able to hang onto is his humor...and those photos.

Extra:
-After Operation Ouka, Rath took up smoking to calm his nerves and swears that smoking stops him from having nightmares when he sleeps. He carries with him a beautifully carved metal lighter that he refuses to answer where he got it.

-Before every mission, Rath selects two of the photos his mother gave him and puts them in his TSF.

-Unknown to almost everyone he has ever met, Rath has an insatiable sweet tooth which he desperately tries to hide.

-Old School

Appearance: 

Name: Haley Anders / Age: 19

Height: 5' 7" / Weight: 64.8 Kg (145 Lbs) / Gender: Female

Nationality: American

Branch of Service: United States Army - 117th Tactical Armored Battalion

Rank: 2ndLt

Experience: Recruit

TSF: F-15E Strike Eagle

TSF Loadout: 
4x 36mm/120mm AMWS-21 Combat System (8x36mm and 2x120mm Magazines)
2x CIWS-1B Close Combat Knife

TSF Role: Gun Sweeper

Personality: Haley is very confident in her abilities and is not afraid to let others know that, often coming off as cocky and full of herself. She is adamant that no one else can out-shoot her and claims her handling of her TSF as better than everyone else. Those who operate more close-quarters TSFs are often looked down by her. National pride is evident in her superior attitude towards those whose country has fallen to the BETA.

Her humor is often made at the expense of someone else, often high-lighting their faults. Halely has a highly-competitive nature and will never back down from a challenge. Blame is not something she easily accepts and will often put the blame on others instead. Trust is almost a foreign concept to Haley and prefers to keep her distance.

History: Haley was born the youngest of four children to a wealthy family in the North-Eastern United States. The eldest son, Dominic, was someone she always looked up to her entire childhood for his kindness and bravery. This admiration only increased when Dominic joined the United States Marines as a TSF pilot to protect the world from aleins. Dominic was her hero in every aspect of life and there was nothing he couldn't do in her mind, she wanted to be the best just like him. Her other siblings, two twins named Julia and Noah, were more interested in books but Haley would often convince them to play "TSF vs. BETa" with her.

Haley enjoyed a comfortable upbringing always seeking to be the center of attention and only being humble when in comparison to her older brother. Her family's status though did mean that they expected nothing but the best from Haley as well, as her twin siblings were quickly showing great potential in the sciences. The twins would later be hired by Boening to develop and refine TSFs, working as an inseparable pair. When she was finally old enough, she signed up to begin training to pilot a TSF just like her hero. Whether it was sports or her grades, no one in her class could match her ferocity or skill. There were a few who thought that she was just some loud-mouth hot-shot but by the end of her training, she stood high above the rest.

Before she could properly finish her training and become an enlisted TSF pilot, a letter was given her during one of her classes. Dominic Anders, the person she held dearest to her, was declared killed in action. His unit, the VMF-318 Black Knives, were wiped out, except for a single survivor, defending the JFK Naval Garrison Base against a BETA attack. The lost of her greatest role model shattered her spirit for several days before she began to piece it back together. After it had recovered, She found herself determined more than ever to be an incredible TSF pilot and one day the best in the world.

Haley signed on with the 117th Tactical Armored Battalion after graduating at the top of her class, coming out as the best marksman of her peers. The 117th were deployed as an expeditionary force to fight alongside UN/EU armies beginning in early 2004. There is no battle of note that occurred in between her short service with the 117th and her transfer to the 231st, only a pristine record of combat excellence and a few mentions of her 'aggressive' personality. When told Haley had passed her "8 minutes" by one of the senior team members, she simply replied "It is only to be expected.". While Haley shows a great deal of potential as a Gun Sweeper, she lacks experience and has yet to encounter a serious engagement with the BETA that put her in great danger. 

Extra:
-Sleeps with a model of an F-18E Super Hornet, her most prized possession. The initials D.A. are etched into the body.
-Can't handle her alcohol very well and makes her incredibly emotional
-Has no issues insulting her own team but god forbid an outsider do it

Reylan

Health: 400/400
Mana: 800/800 >>>> 550/800
Arrows: 24 >>>> 21
Renn: 75

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Their fight against the three wolves ended in a triumphant victory, their first win in this dungeon went by rather easily giving Reylan hope that perhaps they could do this. After a rather close vote to decide where they should go next, he led the group towards area B. Doubt crept in his mind at the unfamiliar role he was playing as leader, though he would not let it slow him down. The sight of the great white wolf stopped him in his tracks at the majesty of its appearance, a white wolf was so cool "I really hope he doesn't pull a sword from the ground and wield in his teeth..." Reylan commented. However the chests behind the magnificent creature drew his eyes. A dead end corridor with a bunch of chests guarded by a huge wolf? Something didn't seem entirely right about this...but the loot.

A battle strategy formed in his mind making educated guesses rather than hard assessments. The beast was likely quick and could easy hit a few people in one blow if they were too close. However, if they spread out it would just make it easier for the wolf to target the players with lower health pools, like him. They would have to rely on Duoya's ability to taunt and tank the creature completely, which meant he would have to aggro the monster first. This would not be a fight they should hold back on "Dirk, get up in its face and smack it a few times, piss it off basically. Aster, follow after Dirk draws it to him and just...just go nuts honestly." He had observed how into combat Aster was, and he had now nicknamed her the 'Silent Beserker' in his mind "Karma, you have the same role as last time however don't be afraid to launch an attack as well. Dub...Alisea, lets hit 'im with everything we got." He felt pretty confident in that plan, though the danger this posed to the low hp members was pretty great. The 200 hp damage was honestly the low-balling number based on the earlier wolf's hit. Keep the eye on the prize, which in this case was sweet, sweet loot.

He took a deep breath and tried his best to exude an aura of confidence about their chances "It may look tough but we got numbers going for us. I have faith Dirk will protect us." A smile came across his lips, he was ready as he ever was. Not wanting to take up any more time, he took aim and fired a power shot yelling "Ryuu-ga, Wa-ga-te-ki-wo, Ku-ra-u!" becoming one with the meme. After that arrow was let loose, he loaded arrow and fired a double shot. Knowing how well the last wolf took to being shot, he prepared to dodge or run out of the way.
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Summary:
-talks some sick strat
-Fires power shot: 100MP
-Fires double shot: 150 MP
-Prepares to dodge/run away from wolf

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