Lurking KrogName: Jim "Raynor" Gates
Age: 34
Height: 168cm (~5'6")
Weight: 87kg (~192 lbs)
Appearance: Jim's face is quite rough, with angles like somebody used an axe to sculpt his facial features. A wide chin, very flat cheeks covered in stubble, nose of the flat type and somewhat wider than your average Joe's. His dark green eyes reside a bit deeper in his skull than those of most, but it isn't that noticeable a difference. Back in his civilian existence, he loved to have a short beard and a moustache to go with it, but as soon as he was called, no can do. It had to go.
Other appearance: At one point had severe burns in his right hand, they have since been covered with skin transplant but an attentive enough person may notice the traces.
Uniform appearance: Jim has stitched his old ECAS patches on both of his uniforms. Right sleeve, as it was in the 'good' old times. He is also fighting to get to wear his old military gas mask in situations that call for one.
Trooper Type: Assault/Shield Trooper
Psych Evaluation: If one knew Jim before he left for the war... or hell even before his days in ECAS, one couldn't tell they were talking with the same person. Those days swept away the fun loving attitude of the avid RTS-games playing boy and brought in the grim survivor's guilt... not all made out, especially those that had no experience in dealing with the supernatural. If only he could've moved faster... Now that a new opportunity to save the ill-prepared has risen, Jim is devoted to the cause. Things need to be set right.
History: Jim Gates, born in New Hampshire to two locals that were in no way related to the rich Bill Gates. That still was an endless source of amusement to others, seeing him not have money for something. Now don't get me wrong, his parents were not poor. It's just the fact that if he didn't have the money at the precise moment... you know, kids. Don't try to make sense of them.
Back to Jim instead of his not-relatives, Jim grew up with video games thanks to his father's job in an IT-company. The two shared an interest in Starcraft, even if on his younger days Jim did so thanks to the main Terran character being named Jim as well. That's where he got his callsign from on a later date: The hero of and against the Dominion, Jim Raynor.
When the man came of age, he wanted to be a hero. In all of his games he had played a hero, now he wanted to be one. Rumours told it that in the army, one could become one... and so he enlisted. What he found was... well, close to it, at the very least. Once deployed, Jim was one of the founding members of the Esoteric Counter-Assault Squad (one on the lower ranking officers side no less) simply due to being fed up with filing KIA reports on people who never stood a change against these "God's soldiers" as some called them. And let me tell you, if ECAS was something, it was the saving angel for any and all troops locked in combat with supernaturals.
Eventually came the day when Jim's deployment ended and with a heavy heart he left with the rest of ECAS. He couldn't know if anyone would continue their legacy... they had not thought it that far. But they had given out some of their spare patches. Perhaps someone would.
Settling back to civilian life was a nightmare. Everything could be a threat... and everyone. It took Jim a long time, a therapy dog and couple of failed human relationships to finally return to somewhat normal existence. He even had a child in that time, but he and his girlfriend couldn't handle the change it brought and split up.
Now, the S-SWAT called for him. He was not sure whether to hop in or not, but deep inside himself, a familiar hopeful boy brought up the aspiration: They need a hero. And thus, with hopes to save some more so that none other had to perish again for no reason, Jim found himself replying positively to the summoning.
Gear:
Primary: Fabrique Nationale FN P90
Secondary: Glock 17
Equipment: Breaching charges, spy camera, dynamic entry hammer, bolt cutters, taser, stingers, flashbangs and smoke grenades.
Equipment: Field medic's entire arsenal
Armour: Threat level II (Trooper)
Alternative Loadout:
Primary: Shield, Threat level VI (Hellfire)
Secondary: Glock 18C
Equipment: The usual Field medic kit
Equipment: Field surgery equipment
Armour: Threat level IV (Raider)
Age: 34
Height: 168cm (~5'6")
Weight: 87kg (~192 lbs)
Appearance: Jim's face is quite rough, with angles like somebody used an axe to sculpt his facial features. A wide chin, very flat cheeks covered in stubble, nose of the flat type and somewhat wider than your average Joe's. His dark green eyes reside a bit deeper in his skull than those of most, but it isn't that noticeable a difference. Back in his civilian existence, he loved to have a short beard and a moustache to go with it, but as soon as he was called, no can do. It had to go.
Other appearance: At one point had severe burns in his right hand, they have since been covered with skin transplant but an attentive enough person may notice the traces.
Uniform appearance: Jim has stitched his old ECAS patches on both of his uniforms. Right sleeve, as it was in the 'good' old times. He is also fighting to get to wear his old military gas mask in situations that call for one.
Trooper Type: Assault/Shield Trooper
Psych Evaluation: If one knew Jim before he left for the war... or hell even before his days in ECAS, one couldn't tell they were talking with the same person. Those days swept away the fun loving attitude of the avid RTS-games playing boy and brought in the grim survivor's guilt... not all made out, especially those that had no experience in dealing with the supernatural. If only he could've moved faster... Now that a new opportunity to save the ill-prepared has risen, Jim is devoted to the cause. Things need to be set right.
History: Jim Gates, born in New Hampshire to two locals that were in no way related to the rich Bill Gates. That still was an endless source of amusement to others, seeing him not have money for something. Now don't get me wrong, his parents were not poor. It's just the fact that if he didn't have the money at the precise moment... you know, kids. Don't try to make sense of them.
Back to Jim instead of his not-relatives, Jim grew up with video games thanks to his father's job in an IT-company. The two shared an interest in Starcraft, even if on his younger days Jim did so thanks to the main Terran character being named Jim as well. That's where he got his callsign from on a later date: The hero of and against the Dominion, Jim Raynor.
When the man came of age, he wanted to be a hero. In all of his games he had played a hero, now he wanted to be one. Rumours told it that in the army, one could become one... and so he enlisted. What he found was... well, close to it, at the very least. Once deployed, Jim was one of the founding members of the Esoteric Counter-Assault Squad (one on the lower ranking officers side no less) simply due to being fed up with filing KIA reports on people who never stood a change against these "God's soldiers" as some called them. And let me tell you, if ECAS was something, it was the saving angel for any and all troops locked in combat with supernaturals.
Eventually came the day when Jim's deployment ended and with a heavy heart he left with the rest of ECAS. He couldn't know if anyone would continue their legacy... they had not thought it that far. But they had given out some of their spare patches. Perhaps someone would.
Settling back to civilian life was a nightmare. Everything could be a threat... and everyone. It took Jim a long time, a therapy dog and couple of failed human relationships to finally return to somewhat normal existence. He even had a child in that time, but he and his girlfriend couldn't handle the change it brought and split up.
Now, the S-SWAT called for him. He was not sure whether to hop in or not, but deep inside himself, a familiar hopeful boy brought up the aspiration: They need a hero. And thus, with hopes to save some more so that none other had to perish again for no reason, Jim found himself replying positively to the summoning.
Gear:
Primary: Fabrique Nationale FN P90
Secondary: Glock 17
Equipment: Breaching charges, spy camera, dynamic entry hammer, bolt cutters, taser, stingers, flashbangs and smoke grenades.
Equipment: Field medic's entire arsenal
Armour: Threat level II (Trooper)
Alternative Loadout:
Primary: Shield, Threat level VI (Hellfire)
Secondary: Glock 18C
Equipment: The usual Field medic kit
Equipment: Field surgery equipment
Armour: Threat level IV (Raider)
I'm guessing I'll bring in the field-medic, should be a good fit.