Member
RiskAge: 30
Gender: Mailman. Or male.
Appearance: 5' 5", a small wiry guy who just so happens to 3 scars ranging from the middle of his cheek to just below his ear. His brother is his twin.
FACE:
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SUIT:
http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-znDSGM6BjPE/UKscxx3XmFI/AAAAAAAAERc/aEJ1KW6-S44/s1600/ih_army+pilot01.jpg
Background: Grew up with his brother, Alvin, in Dallas, Texas, just on the outskirts. His life was that in a 3-story house in the richer suburbs of Dallas. As they grew up, they were heavily influenced for war from realistic VR games, movies, and merchandise, and so their dreams were to be soldiers. As they got into high school, they did more and more research on what they could do in the army, what branches and what the US military participated in. They followed all the moves of the military; by the time they both graduated from college, they were both fit from College ROTC and well-versed in anything they needed to survive boot-camp to join the US Marines. However, before either one of them could sign the enlistment form, they were recruited by a much juicier offer: Join NATO as pilots, to train for two inter-atmospheric ships, a gunship and a dropship. Why, they never said, until after they enlisted and were fully trained. Several years later, they found themselves on the Independence, operating multi-billion dollar hardware. They were both football players, and just the two of them had won many a game on their own.
Rank: First Lieutenant
Unit: N/A - He caters to all them boys and girls
Role: Support
Gear: A light assault rifle or a SMG, and two handguns holstered on the hips. Light combat armor; advanced jump-jets systems on his back, wrists, and feet so that if he gets shot down, he can escape or defend.
Mech: N/A
Vehicle:
Ruak Osprey 3-33 V2 Atmo-Dropship- Maybe a chin turret, and that's it. A dozen soldiers, plus a few crates of equipment or ammunition.
http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs39/i/2008/351/a/0/Osprey_by_Ruak.jpg
Half-NPC, Half-PC
Age: 32
Gender: Mailman. Or male.
Appearance: 5' 5", a small wiry guy who has a broken smile, always half-smiling, like he's forever thinking of something to get into trouble with. His brother is his twin.
FACE:
http://postimg.com/174000/cnct_vega_concept_art-173282.jpg
SUIT:
http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-znDSGM6BjPE/UKscxx3XmFI/AAAAAAAAERc/aEJ1KW6-S44/s1600/ih_army+pilot01.jpg
Background: Almost exactly like his brother; the two had barely even parted ways at any point in time. They work best together, so both of them flying together is a volatile mix. Read the other Hellington's Background.
Rank: Second Lieutenant
Unit: N/A - He caters to all them boys and girls
Role: Support
Gear: A light assault rifle or a SMG, and two handguns holstered on the hips. Light combat armor; advanced jump-jets systems on his back, wrists, and feet so that if he gets shot down, he can escape or defend.
Mech: N/A
Vehicle:
Dashing Stryker 4-55 V4 Atmo-Gunship- 3 heavy AP MGs, 6 anti-tank/mech missiles, 2x17 missile pods- option of medivac of up to 4 or 5 wounded
http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j203/Dash44_photos/gunship2.png
Half-NPC, Half-PC
Gender: Maiiiiilllman, or Male.
Appearance: 6' even, and again, wiry. Typically dresses in collared polo shirts when out of uniform, with jeans. Immaculate at all times.
HUNTER:
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SUIT:
http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-znDSGM6BjPE/UKscxx3XmFI/AAAAAAAAERc/aEJ1KW6-S44/s1600/ih_army+pilot01.jpg
Background: Hunter Smith's background is, technically, shady when compared to others. While in reality he came from a very traditional, strict military family, in which every man and woman had served in the military, Hunter Smith's actual birthplace and the like is, quite simply hidden. It's been blacked out and stuck under [CONFIDENTIAL], exactly where his parents had manipulated it to be. Both his parents were former high-ranking NATO officials, and so they could pull some strings.
As a child, Hunter Smith was privately tutored by hired, expensive tutors who often came and went; Hunter was not an easy kid to teach when he was young, and often got tutors fired. Eventually, he settled down and began to fit into his strict, demanding life, and came to attend Harvard. Here, he dropped out after his second year, saying "These people are so smart and yet we all learn nothing," in a very odd way to put it. Going 'rogue' to his family plans for him, he signs up for the US Air Force, but is instead grabbed by NATO immediately afterwards. Shortly thereafter, his parents hide his past so that they won't have to be 'blamed for the irresponsible and illogical offspring.'
And that's him. Sarcastic because that's all he could ever do, and so as he joined, he was quiet, and was only talkative on the radio.
Rank: First Lieutenant
Unit: N/A - He caters to all them boys and girls
Role: Support
Gear: A light assault rifle or a SMG, and two handguns holstered on the hips. Light combat armor; advanced jump-jets systems on his back, wrists, and feet so that if he gets shot down, he can escape or defend.
Mech: N/A
Vehicle:
StTheo's Vulture 183 V1A3 - 8 Hellfire anti-tank/mech missiles OR 12 smaller Zeus anti-aircraft missiles, 2 anti-tank chainguns [similar to a Warthog, except with a bit more ammunition and effectiveness due to technological advancement]
http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2013/221/f/1/vulture_by_sttheo-d6hcxtf.jpg