Merc's Characters (Compunded for my own Sanity)

[Mercenary Lord]

Username: Mercenary Lord

Name: Felix Salos

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Occupation: Self-Proclaimed 'Survival Master and Unorthodox Magical Training Instructor', Defense Against the Dark Arts Student Teacher

Wand: Oak, Phoenix Feather, 14 and 1/3 Inches


Appearance:



Personality: Felix is a friendly man, but he isn't overly talkative. He rarely makes small talk about anything unimportant. He is focused and driven, and committed to improving the students and his own experience at Hogwarts. He never loses his concentration, and when he's focusing on something, trying to talk to him is like talking to a wall. He is intelligent, introverted, kind-hearted - even if he doesn't show it - and calm. He's only lost his cool twice in his adult life, Neither of which he likes to remember.

He knows exactly how to wheedle his way into a persons mind, and is well versed in persuading people to listen to him. If he wants something to happen, chances are it will. Despite all this, he never uses his skills of manipulation for his own gain, and he always tries to help guide events for the better.

House: Was in Ravenclaw for four years.

Patronus: Dragon


Pet: Kieran, Peregrine Falcon


History: MASSIVE WALL OF TEXT HISTORY


Felix came from a middle-class, half-blood family. The father, who was the wizard, was extremely abusive to the mother, who should have left him, but was continuously given 'love' potions to retain her loyalty. Felix's father used his mother as a tool, and treated her horribly. She eventually developed a kind of Stockholm Syndrome, and decided to never leave him. The potions stopped after that, and soon after, Felix was born. He was promptly abandoned at an orphanage by his father. His mother never knew, nor did she really care.

Felix grew up surrounded by other orphans. He wasn't the biggest, or the smallest, or the strongest, but he was fast, intelligent, and had a strange aptitude for mysterious events. At age six he had caused all of the windows in the orphanage to shatter, causing several injuries and much consternation. No one knew who had caused it, but the event cause the Wizarding world to finally notice Felix, and they kept watch on him ever since.

No other events on such a massive scale occurred until his eleventh birthday, when his letter of acceptance arrived by the form of an anonymous teacher. The teacher took Felix away and opened a student account for him, allowing him to buy just enough equipment for a first-year student. His wand was in the back room of the shop; it literally punched a hole in the wall just to reach him. He was given the wand freely and sent on his way. An hour later, he was on the Platform, and on his way to a new life.

Almost immediately, it became apparent that Felix was...different. Every spell the teachers taught him was manipulated and used for things the teachers never thought possible. Felix raced through books faster than the teachers could put them down. He was a very good student, and excelled in offensive and defensive spells alike. He spent more time in the library and in secluded spots of the grounds then he did in the entire rest of the school. This continued for four years.

Sadly, the other students didn't appreciate this kid one-upping them. They felt overlooked and abandoned. So they hatched a plan. One night, one of the fifth year students of Ravenclaw hauled him out into the hallway, and older students from all four of the Houses carried him down to the forbidden forest. And left him there. It should have been a harmless prank. It changed his life forever.

Felix woke in the forest, just at the edge of it, and decided to explore. He was only a few yards in before some creature of the night leapt into view and charged him. Felix used the Accio spell to bend a branch of a tall tree to him. He climbed on, and rocketed to safety. A passing centaur saw the transaction and was so impressed by Felix's versatility that he brought him back to the rest of the centaurs. The centaurs were furious, at first, but then one of the others stepped forward, and announced that Felix should be watched carefully, and could stay with them for the night. It didn't take long for one of them, who is now dead, to learn about Felix's innate magical skills. The centaur knew a great deal about magic, even if he couldn't use it, and tutored Felix in the various nuances of the art. Deciding he could learn more here, from the incredibly brilliant centaur, then at Hogwarts, he stayed with the centaurs, who moved too far into the forest's heart for anyone to find Felix. The centaurs didn't want him to come along, but the elderly centaur insisted it, and the younger centaurs were forced to respect his wishes.

Felix stayed with the centaurs for almost three years. He hadn't meant to, but he had become so entranced with the intelligence of the old centaur and the magic he knew, that the years slipped by without a trace. But then the old centaur died.

Instantly, the younger centaurs declared that Felix should be brought to the edge of the forest and expelled from it. This was not a move of anger - the centaurs had long since learned to respect Felix, as he treated them well and was eager to please - but more of a necessity. The herd wanted to move on, and Felix was just too slow to keep up with more than a slight movement each day. They also reasoned that with the old centaur dead, Felix couldn't learn much more about magic with them. He was brought to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and sent off, back into the grounds.

For the first time in three-some years, Felix walked up to the massive doors of Hogwarts and stepped inside, heading for his house's dormitory. As he had never graduated, the dormitory opened to him easily, and he stepped inside. He went to find his bed, to pack up and try to graduate, but stopped when he found another boy lying in it, reading a book. It was one of the fifth-year students, Azena Ortiz. They had been first-year students when he left.

The student looked up, recognized Felix, and went ecstatic. After he had told the entire Ravenclaw dormitory, the student took Felix to the headmaster's office. Felix was quickly informed that he had been presumed dead, and that the students who had abandoned him near the forest edge expelled. Felix was shocked, but recovered quickly, and asked to try his graduation exam. The headmaster consented, and a month later, Felix had his trial.

It was during the trial that his abilities became pronounced. During the practical exam, one of the examiners asked Felix to duel with them, since they had seen his skill in fighting magic.

Felix fought with a style no one had ever seen before. The instant he was told to begin, instead of holding out his wand and casting a spell, Felix used a concealment spell, dove to the left, and launched a spell toward the roof. Then he erected wards around himself, and ran around the room, dodging the examiners spells, deflecting them, and generally frustrating the man.

Felix suddenly deactivated his wards and his invisibility, and stood still, with his hands up. The examiner went to cast a spell, and then felt the pebble on his head. Looking up, the man saw that Felix's spell had solidified a portion of the air directly above him, and it had begun to fall. As the examiner deflected the projectile, Felix launched a Disarming Spell at the instructor, winning the duel.

His way of fighting was so unexpected, the examiners burst out into applause. He graduated from Hogwarts with flying colors, and was immediately asked if he'd like to stay on staff and begin learning to work as a teacher. Felix accepted, and he became a student teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts, the nearest thing he had to survival instruction.

He's been a student teacher for a year now, although most of the time was spent exploring the Forbidden Forest, researching, learning, and improving himself. He shows up in the DATDA Classroom three times a week, tops.
But now, he's decided that he's learned enough for this decade of his life, and is dedicating himself to teaching others what he has learned.

Other:
-Felix has one light-brown eye and one deep blue eye.

-His pet, Kieran, was caught a year ago in the Forbidden Forest, and the pair are good friends.

-He is a 'master' of survival, and can set up a functional camp almost anywhere, and survive in even the most crushing temperatures.

[Mercenary Lord]

OOC Name: Alan Hall

Username: Mercenary Lord ((Everyone just calls him ‘Merc’.))

Age: 16

Sex: Male

Appearence:


Gaming Equipment:
-Custom built Gaming Laptop - Codenamed MLG OMEGA
-Custom-Build keyboard – Codenamed MLG ALPHA-451
-Astro A40 Gaming Headset
Razer Orochi Gaming Mouse

Game genre expertise: Strategy. This does not mean any particular form of game. Alan can see a game he’s never even heard of before and come up with a winning strategy that can beat anyone playing the game, no matter how skilled they are, within a day or so of observing. The only trouble is getting it carried out. His gaming abilities aren’t quite up to snuff with his tactical skills, which is why he prefers TBS games, when he must play.

Personality:
Alan is stoic and stolid. He shows little emotion, except for around friends, and rarely allows his composure to slip, even in times of great distress. It's not that he's an empty husk-he's very sociable to those who he likes-it's just that he is more focused on his myriad of tasks than he is with making allies. After all, his specialty is defeating his opponents with the odds against him.

Despite this, he is tranquil, calm, and serene. Unlike some others who are ugly outside and in, Alan is quiet on the outside, and calm on the in.

Bio:
Alan's family life was rough. His father was a military strategist of the highest ranking, and his mother was a master tactical-gamer. Of course, this was the time before major-league gaming became the only sport that mattered, and so his mother stayed at home most of the time, playing her strategy games and homeschooling Alan, while his father won battles for the country. Alan was born around the time VGHS was founded, and around the time major-league gaming really became the most important sport. His mother was essentially his teacher, and since she knew more about strategy than anything else, that's what she taught him. When his father was a round, he chipped in as well, wanting his son to follow in his footsteps and serve the country.

As a result, Alan grew up cut off from most of the outside world. He had two choices: either become a social outcast, or join the gaming community, and make friends there. He chose the second option, much to his father's initial distress. But when his father saw how the strategy games Alan played were improving his brainpower, he agreed to let Alan continue playing. Alan's skill grew and grew, and by the time he was thirteen, was one of the best strategy game players in his state.

VGHS contacted his family after Alan beat one of the top ranking strategist in the state of Ohio, in a record breaking timeframe. He was a year too young when they did, so they left the offer open for until he was old enough to accept. He was excited to go, even if he didn't show it.

His first year was interesting. He competed with others only a couple of times, and yet his rank slowly grew. The others of the school didn't mess with him like they did the other new students, and several of the older students tried to befriend him after a while. The students and principal had seen what the teachers hadn't.

A freshman would go up to him, and ask him for advice, on any game they could think of, and when they left, they had improved. Alan wasn't that good at most games, but he could see the 'flow' of each one, and so was able to formulate advice and plans that he could pass on to other gamers, the ones with the actual, technical skill. His rank was rising because the students credited their successes to Alan as much as themselves.

His rank hasn't rose as quickly as those who actually played the games, but it has been steadily increasing nonetheless. By all laws, he should have been expelled for not actually competing, but on the off chance that he actually played a game from his genre, he utterly annihilated his opponent. Granted, they were all freshmen, like himself, but the fact remained.

No one is really certain as to why he has been allowed to stick around, but he's still there. He usually stays in his room, only coming out for classes, and to eat, or to watch the occasional game.

Other info:
His favorite game series is the Fire Emblem series, a turn-based strategy game with a 'permadeath' feature.

Alan is an avid, amateur electromusician and amateur digital artist. His laptop has several music-making programs on it, as well as several art programs, and when he isn't playing a game, strategizing, or helping another student, he can usually be seen fiddling around with one or the other.

Sound file:
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[Mercenary Lord]

Character Name: Siegfried Aaron Reidsson (Prefers to be called Aaron.)

Age: 32 (Became a rider at 16.)

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Profession: Fully-Fledged Dragon Rider for thirteen years, apprentice for three.

Dragon's Name: Galralde

Age: 16 (126, if you count years as an egg.)

Gender: Male

Dragon's Color: Silver

Dragon's Personality:
Galralde, commonly referred to as Gal, is a fairly calm and tempered soul. He is young enough to be inquisitive, and yet old enough to see the world through wisdom-enhanced eyes. Influenced by his rider, Gal has a tendency to take slightly too long making small decisions, like what to eat, or when to hunt. It doesn’t translate to the large things, like fighting and reflexes, but it still is slightly annoying. He rarely gets angry or upset, but when he does, he still doesn't express anger, more a cold, scornful distaste, which is usually even worse than full-out anger.

Special Characteristics:
Gal’s has two neck spikes in place of every one, one on each side of his spine. This pattern continues down his back. Gal has grown much faster than most other dragons have, and is the first silver dragon since fifty years before the fall of the first Rider Order.

Brief History:
Relatively speaking, Cal was one of the youngest eggs in the clutch found at Vroengard. He was stored there as an egg for close to a hundred and ten years, only a few years before the fall of the riders began. He was one of the first eggs brought by Eragon across Alagaësia in the search for his rider. It took a few years before Gal connected with Aaron, but the bond they forged was incredibly strong. He hatched in Skulgrind, and grew up there with his partner.

Other:
Being the first new dragon, Gal has been extensively trained by Eragon himself, and is nearly as skilled a flier as Saphira. He is almost the size of a single story house, and shows no signs of slowing any time soon.

Preferred Weapon:

Sword. Aaron, as a fully-fledged rider, has his own Brightsteel sword, Vaskromr, Brave-edge, which was forged by Rhunön when Eragon used the name of the Ancient Language to release her from her vow. It is the first rider's blade forged in just over twenty years, crafted with the masses of brightsteel found on Nyreloi.

Appearance:
As a result of being a rider (and rider apprentice) for nineteen years, Aaron has almost completely finished his transformation from human to 'rider'. His ears are fairly pointed, and his face has slowly morphed from the rounder, rougher face he originally had to a sharp, elf-like one, with high cheekbones and slanted eyebrows. He retains a bit of his old features, however, and his face is noticeable 'human-tinted'. His jaw is slightly less...'fair', his face is a bit less angular, etc. The rest of his body is well-formed and toned. He isn't bulky, but he is strong enough to drag Gal a few feet, when he really puts his back into it. His face is grizzled slightly with a 'five-o'clock-shadow', and any scars or injuries he may have accrued over the years have been sealed up by magic, and are invisible. He stands tall at six feet, four inches, and is a fairly intimidating figure. He has blue eyes, navy blue, and dark brown hair, with several lighter streaks strewn throughout. He is the perfect image of a Dragon Rider teacher, according to Saphira.

Personality:
Aaron is a model Rider: calm, quick-thinking, and friendly. He doesn't say as much as most, but something important can be heard every time he speaks. He gets along well with his students, regardless, and does his best to teach them properly. Most would say that he succeeded, and very few speak ill of him. He works diligently, and finishes every task he begins. He is rather intelligent, as well, and has been of great service to the Rider Order. His desire to learn, and curiosity to explore have both helped the Rider's map out the small island they live on. He and Gal have flown over most of the island, mapping the land as they go with magic, to give the Riders a fuller knowledge of their 'homeland'. Aaron rarely complains, and generally takes all responsibility for his successes and failures. Eragon once said that he was lucky to have Aaron as his Rider.

History:
Aaron grew up in Teirm, as the son of a fairly wealthy merchant. He was raised good and proper, as his parents refused to allow him to be come 'spoiled and bratty' like the other wealthy sons and daughters. As a result, Aaron never had any close friends among his own social class. He liked talking to those of the lower classes, but was never able to see them for a long enough period of time to form friendships. The poor boy grew up fairly secluded from the rest of the world. It didn't bother him, at least not much, since he had never known anything different, but his parents were dismayed with what they had accidentally brought about. How could Aaron hope to take his father's place if he had no social skill? They didn't realize that Aaron could be quite friendly when he chose. They decided to wait until he was sixteen before they gave up completely. After all, they reasoned, there was every chance that their son would be drafted into the army, or that the whole city of Teirm would burn.

Several weeks after his sixteenth birthday, when his parents were still reeling in shock with the King's downfall, Eragon arrived in Teirm, searching for new riders. And, just like that, Eragon showed up at Aaron's front door, asking his parents about something. When they agreed, Eragon smiled warmly at Aaron, and extended his offer: come to Du Skulgrind, and learn to be a Dragon Rider. Aaron was shocked, but he accepted. After all, who could refuse the offer? Certainly not him.

Almost as soon as he arrived, Eragon pulled the silver dragon egg from nowhere, and set it in front of the boy. It hatched almost immediately, and the training of the next rider began. Aaron learned from the Eldunarí, Eragon, Saphira, Glaedr, Blödhgarm, and all manner of scrolls and books. He learned well, and although it took him three years before his teachers deemed him adequate, he took it in stride, and continued his work without faltering.

To this day, he is one of the Rider Order's most trusted individuals.

[Mercenary Lord]

Aodhfin O'Farrell

Spoiler

Full Name:
Aodhfin ('AY-fin') Ryan O'Farrell (Goes by his middle name)

Also called "Ace"

Age:
17

Gender:
Male

Nationality:
Born Irish, moved to America four years ago.

Appearance:


Sexuality:
Heterosexual - He likes girls.

Powers:

Ryan is a photokinetic. He has control over light, and most of it's attributes.

To this end, he can absorb any and all light from ten feet in all directions surrounding him, effectively blinding anyone else who is within this distance of him. He can also absorb certain colors as well, since color is simply light reflected off of objects. If he is in a room with a single light source, he can turn the room completely dark. However, this ability is fairly weak, considering that it blinds him as well, although it is useful for buying some time.

Ryan can also create things out of light, such as weapons, walls, or other objects. These objects are only truly solid for him, although weapons still cause damage to others. For example, if he were to form a sword of light, and cut at someone, the blade would pass through them, but it would cause them a good deal of pain, as if someone had punched them through their insides.

If Ryan can take away light, then he can put it back. He can generate light, and cause dark areas to be completely visible. This can be accomplished in several ways: Ryan can create a light source anywhere he can see, or he can cause parts of his body to light up, or he can turn into pure light, his entire body. The third option usually leaves anyone else watching him dazed, and takes a considerable mental toll on Ryan to keep it working.

But Ryan's powers are not simply limited to biological abilities such as those: he also has plenty of combat related abilities. He can bend the light in a specific area to create holographic projections, allowing him to cause distractions, or speak with others far away. To this end, he can also has a form of illusion control, although the illusions he creates always glow slightly, and aren't really substantial enough to fool anyone unless he literally shuts down his body and concentrates his full being on it.

Along with that, Ryan can also bend the light around himself to turn invisible. This is as near to invisibility as one is likely to get, seeing as if light doesn't reflect off of you, one cannot see you. This is a dangerous ability, but with a close eye, one can spot a shimmer in the air where he is, and in darker areas, one can literally see the glow around him as the light is deflected.

Ryan's main combat skills are laser emission, light-speed, and light-empowerment. For the first, Ryan can manipulate photon particles, allowing him to generate beams or blasts of high-powered light, or 'lasers'. He can manipulate these beams in many ways: holding them in the air until he decides to launch them, shoot them from any part of his body, including his forehead, chest, knees, elbows, etc, or attach them to his arms like blades.

His final ability is light-empowerment, where he can wrap his physical attacks or physical weapons in photons, bumping their strength to much higher levels. He can dent steel with an empowered punch. Note that this does not give him super-human strength, only powerful attacks. He could not stop a train with his punch, but he could sure as hell knock it off the track from the side.

Actually, Ryan is supposed to be able to do all of this, but the only things he's accomplished thus far is laser emission, light-creation and light-speed. He's been told that the others will come in time.

((So: Ryan can only use lasers and light-creation as of this time.))

Non-Mutant Skills:

Ryan has a photographic memory, although it might be another power from his mutation. His brain rapidly processes information, stores it away for later use, and keeps it stored from then on. It's why he's always been such a good student

PARKOUR! No, seriously. Ryan is an avid Traceur (a practitioner of Parkour), and loves his sport with a flaming passion. He calls himself a Traceur, but he also enjoys the freerunning portion of the sport, and can often be seen flipping and twisting all over the place.

Ryan is also a computer guru, and loves fiddling around with things electronic. He has a high-powered laptop, and it's one of his favorite items that he owns. He spends what time he can on it, and can solve your tech-problems if he really has too.

Besides that, Ryan like music. Of all kinds. He loves creating it, listening to it, and composing it. He has three programs on his computer for making music, and he' played the violin and the cello for ten and six years, respectively.

Personality:

Ryan has a sunny disposition, although it is tempered by his intelligence. He gets along well with others, or at least he tells himself that, but he dislikes arrogance, even in himself, and is not afraid to uses his words as a soul-crushing attack. He rarely attacks others, except for sparring, but his words are usually more than enough to end a problem. He still carries his lilting Irish accent, but it rarely shows, except for times of great stress or anger.

He isn't afraid of speaking his mind, although this has gotten him into trouble on more than one occasion. If he likes some -or doesn't, for that matter- you can be damned sure he'll tell them. Despite his rather hot-headed appearance, he is actually quite mellow and calm, once you get to know him. He's intelligent, loquacious, and quite endearing. That is, when he isn't trying to put a laser through your skull.

Background:

Ryan had a standard childhood, up until age twelve. He was born in Dublin, Ireland, went to a public school, and made a healthy amount of friends and rivals. There was no reason to expect that anything would change, for better or for worse. Looking back on it, Ryan thanks his lucky star that things turned out for the better, although it didn't seem like it at the time. It started on his twelfth birthday. He accidentally burned through his school desk while not paying attention. He couldn't explain it, and none of the teachers could either. They chalked it up to an unprotected wire incident. Then it happened again, with an entire window. He accidentally carved a chunk of the glass right out of the frame, shattering the whole thing. This time the authorities were called, and they eventually pinpointed it on mutation. He was deemed a threat to society, and was ordered to either be submitted to the Irish government for safekeeping, or leave the country.

To be fair, it wasn't really the government, but there was a large faction of lower ranking officials that demanded it. And so, around Ryan's thirteenth birthday, his family moved to America, where he finished growing up in the suburbs of Ohio. Somehow, he managed to teach himself to control his abilities, but it was inevitable that he'd slip up once more. This time, it was a few days before he turned seventeen, about four months before the Marwick Acadmey term officially started. He accidentally 'teleported' out of school, and back home, simply because he was thinking of his house at the time. It turned out that the more he tried to contain his abilities, the more they became uncontainable. This has stopped since his acceptance, and now he has full control over his abilities.

This occurrence brought him to the attention of the Marwick Academy, and so he was sent the letter of acceptance, and brought to the school, with all the blessings and good wishes of his parents. Despite all of this, he somehow managed to arrive a day late to the campus, and had quite the time getting in.

[Mercenary Lord]

Name: Saul Riftel
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Origination: Alihrin
Appearance:


Personality:
Saul is generally passive. He is calm, deliberate, and takes his time making decisions. This isn't saying that he is slow, or unintelligent, merely that he considers as many possible choice as he can before choosing one. He likes to look at all of his available paths before making a decision, and once he does, he will stand by it until convinced otherwise. In other words, he is self-assured, and quietly confident in his ability to make the right decision. On the battlefield, he is calm as well, banishing all emotion to avoid clouding his mind. He is not merciless, but he has no qualms about splitting an enemy open from neck to hip if the need arises.

Weapon:

Spoiler

Saul carries custom forged sword made of steel, silver, and gold. He calls it Stailc, and uses it often. It's forged in such a way that it would take an incredible amount of force to break, and is honed so perfectly that it can be used for an entire day of intense fighting without dulling. He considers the blade his partner.

Saul also carries a tomahawk of similar making, which he simply calls Cleaver. He uses this as a secondary weapon, and also to gather firewood, or to chop his way through tough foliage, etc.

((This kind of tomahawk, not the FE one.

Spoiler

))

Abilities:
SWORD EXPERTISE: Saul has been trained from and extremely young age to handle the sword, and is an expert with his blade.

DUAL WIELDING: Saul uses Stailc and Cleaver together regularly, and has developed a kind of fighting style that allows him to avoid a good deal of damage, while still fighting at his best. It involves using the weight of the weapons to swing himself out of harms way, while simultaneously using them lightly and efficiently. It's more of an instinct than anything else, and he hasn't been able to explain it to anyone else without them being hopelessly confused.

ACROBATICS: Saul is skilled at tumbling, (PARKOUR), running, diving, swimming, and a variety of physical tasks.

DIPLOMATIC: Being raised as a nobleman's son, Saul is well-versed in the workings of politics, and is good at talking others into doing what he wants.

Biography:
Saul was raised as a prince, even if he wasn't one. His father, a fairly wealthy nobleman, always gave him the best of everything, and spoiled him terribly. It's a wonder that Saul didn't turn out a royal brat. Instead, he grew up well, guided by his stern mother, his enthusiastic father, and Brand, his personal 'nanny'. Brand was a retired soldier of Alihrin, hired by the Riftel family to train Saul in the way of the sword. As a noble family of some standing, they hired only the best for their son, and so, naturally, Brand was one of the best. Being the best, Brand was uncompromising and rough, and Saul had no choice but grow up self-sustaining and strong.

Eventually, Brand deemed Saul proficient with the sword. He gave Saul his special blade, and bade him good luck, then Brand resigned, and traveled out into the wild. Saul, crushed, left his home as well, intending to become a soldier for the Alihrin military. Upon joining, he quickly distinguished himself apart from the others, and gathered beneath him a small group of troops. During this time as a soldier, from age 16 to 18, he perfected his sword fighting technique, and bought himself the tomahawk he wields. He left the military on his 19th birthday, and struck out into the world, determined to make a name for himself. Several of his colleagues joined him, and the group set out across the continent.

Eventually, the group split apart, and Saul wandered alone. He went from place to place, doing odd jobs for people in need, and fought battles for those who needed help. On his nineteenth birthday, Saul traveled to his home once more. his parents welcomed him with open arms, and they were overjoyed to see their son had returned. He stayed with them briefly, and then decided to try the military a second time. He left his parents with their blessings, and began his adventure once more.

[Mercenary Lord]

Superhero name:
Alpha - Rarely used. Jared doesn't hide behind a secret identity.

Age:
26

Sex:
Male

Height:
5’11”

Weight:
180 Pounds

Appearance:


Secret Identity:
Jared Hale

Theme:
Gyromancer

Icon:
This is the shape of the device on his necklace.

Territory:
No specific area, but generally hangs around the North-East area of the United States. Typically seen around New York, Pennsylvania, Ohio. His actual home is in Ohio, but his work takes him all over the NEUS area.

Day job:
Inventor, Scientist, and Engineer

Powers:
Jared is a low-level mutant whose power manifested at a young age. On his own, he has weak gyrokinetic abilities, is able to manipulate gravity slightly, such as weakening it or strengthening it, or generating fields around small objects around the mass of a cat. While in no way strong enough to be considered a superhero, Jared decided he wanted to be one. So, using his training, most of his life savings, and a government grant, he designed a device that amplified his powers to a respectable level.

Jared can affect any object or being within a ten foot radius of himself, including himself. The object must be fully encompassed by the range, and therefore he cannot levitate a building, or crush a 747, but it does give him a respectable range of abilities. He can affect the entire field of gravity, for everything, or affect only a single object. For example, he can shift his own gravity to be directed toward a building, and can walk up the side of it, or run, or jump. It would be everything as usual, only he would be falling toward the building. Or, he could make everything in a ten foot radius of him float into the air, before shifting the energy field so that the objects are propelled in a specific direction at incredible speeds.

Jared can also create gravity fields, which are projections that only affect matter when it enters the field’s vicinity. In this sense, he could deflect bullets or propelled explosives, and deflect or slow a punch thrown at him. This is deflection, and so, that being said, if a bullet was fired at a different angle than normal, it could be ‘deflected’ to actually hit Jared.

He can negate his own personal gravity, and in that sense, can levitate/fly, and avoid ground based attacks, such as earthquakes, quicksand, etc. By setting another being’s gravity to up at levels higher than earth’s gravity, he can hurl people almost thirty feet into the air. He can also generate blasts of gravitational force, almost like invisible bullets, and launch them at enemies. He can also simulate superhuman strength and speed by reducing his own gravity, or reducing an object’s gravity.

His strength is also his weakness. If he were to be separated from the device, which hangs from a chain around his neck, than he would be next to defenseless.

-High-Level Intelligence
-Flight
-Levitation
-Gravity Deflector Shields (Not invincible, just difficult to penetrate.)
-Increase or decrease gravity of any or all things within a ten foot radius
-Simulate superhuman strength and agility by making things easier to lift and carry
-Crush things by enveloping them with a gravity field
-Reverse or modify gravitational pull of any and all things within a ten foot radius
-Attract or repel and object by surrounding it in an anti-gravitational field
-Generate blasts or beams of concussive force
-Generate Black Holes to suck things into oblivion
-Generate White Holes to free things from oblivion
-Send a person flying off to the vacuum of space by stopping gravity's hold

Tier:
Block Buster

Background:
Jared’s childhood was a fairly normal. He went to school, got a standard education, accidentally set fire to his school…okay, maybe normal. When he was ten, his powers manifested, and while they weren’t capable of causing a total catastrophe all on their own, but as it was the first time his powers manifested, they were particularly explosive, and they blasted an entire wall completely to shreds. No injuries occurred, but the incident was enough to bring Jared to the attention of the authorities, once the school filed the report, saying no specific reason could be found, although 'Jared Hale appeared to be locked in some kind of trance-like state, contrary to the other students, who were panicking and flailing about'. They began to watch him closely, but deemed him weak enough to not be a threat. Thankfully, an incident of that kind never happened again, although there were several documented cases of pencils apparently ‘becoming stuck eraser-first up a student’s nostril without anyone seeing the pencil move’.

It was around ninth grade that Jared’s intelligence began to show. He had always been a good student, but once he entered high school, he really began to shine. Graduating with honors and at the top of his class, he was set up to get a full scholarship to any university or college he chose, and a beautiful future was lain out in front of him.

To the surprise of many, he opted to enter the military, and serve his country on a more physical level. He still got the education he craved; he just simply turned it to developing equipment and weaponry for the military, and improving the likelihood that his friends and allies would come home to their families alive. The idea of being an independent hero, one dedicated to helping others, was put into his head by one of his colleagues one night. The man was more worried about his family in the city than he was for his own safety, due to recent ‘superhuman sightings’ in that area, along with the massive amount of crime in the area. It was almost as if fate specifically had it in for the man, because the next month he was released from duty for that very reason: his family had been caught in crossfire between two gangs, and they had not survived.

Jared realized then that if he were stronger, he be able to help others, and protect them from things like gang fights or from super-humans like him. After he finished his education, he resigned from the military position he was offered, and set about the task of increasing his power, whatever it took. He had it fairly easy, to be honest; he already had the ability, and he simply needed to amplify it. He still isn’t quite sure how he managed to make the tiny rock that increases his strength; he just knows it involves a lot of fire, energy, and copious amounts of copper, cobalt, and aluminum.

He wears a specially made, Kevlar armored jumpsuit when out fighting crime. The suit can stop small bullets and attacks without dampening his efficiency, but he relies mostly on his ability to protect himself. His actual job is fairly strange. He travels around the northeast U.S. area, and helps people with problems that they have. It’s a fairly high-paying job, and so he is able to live fairly comfortably, and still research his biggest goal: creating more of his ability amplifying rock. The stronger he can get, the better he can protect others.

As for his name, he just thought that Alpha sounded cool.

[Mercenary Lord]

Cormac O'Farrel

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GENERAL INFORMATION

NAME:
Cormac O'Farrell

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SERIAL NUMBER:
UNF-40238-451

RANK:
Lieutenant Commander; Tactical Officer; Aerospace Engineer

DATE OF BIRTH:
4-23-2000

PLACE OF BIRTH:
Galway, Ireland

PHYSICAL INFORMATION
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HEIGHT:
6 Foot, 1 Inch

WEIGHT AT 1G:
206 Pounds [93.4 Kilograms]

EYE COLOR:
Green

HAIR COLOR:
Dark Brown

PHYSICAL ASSESSMENT AND DESCRIPTION:
~TEXT FILE LAST UPDATED: 11-23-29 BY: Dr. Ralph G. Ericson
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The Subject in question, Cormac is currently six foot, one inch tall, with a streamlined, masculine face. His head is more oval shaped than round, and in general, it seems to be well-formed. He has dark, pine green eyes, a strange color, to be sure. He is clean shaven. His hair seems to have been originally black, but was bleached to the dark brown it is now by long hours spent in the sun. The school he attended believed in good teaching in a good environment, and most of his education days were spent out in the sun. However he was raised, it must have been extraordinarily well, because despite having few of the shots required by UNF law (Ireland did not require the same vaccinations at the time of Cormac's birth, and he's never gotten them since), Cormac appears to have built up natural immunities to most of the virus strains floating around. I hypothesize that it was the large amount of time he spent in nature, and the general stress-free environment he grew up in were key factors in his amazing immunization. Our records show that he has only been truly sick twice in his life, once at age three, and once at age twelve.

While his internal functions are intact, and none of his bones have ever been broken, Cormac's more recent years have been less kind. A bar-fight at age twenty left our Subject with a large, crescent-shaped scar on his cheek, put there by a shard of glass from a shattered bottle. According to him, it 'doesn't bother me much. I like the remnant of my past, in fact.' Several other scars can be found on his body, including one on his left shin, two on his shoulder, and a large one across his palm, put there when a cutting knife sliced it open to the bone. During his college years, Cormac had his left ear pierced, and wore a small, golden stud until he joined the military. The ear is still healing as of now, giving his ear a slightly distorted appearance. He also has a tattoo on his right arm, colored and shaped like a 'western' dragon, flying above the Earth. He calls it his 'UNF badge of the guardian's honor', and he obtained it after he joined the military.

There is not much more to be said without a full-body analysis. Cormac is healthy, strong and lithe, like a runner, and seems physically fit for any mission required of him. His voice is baritone in pitch, and only a trace of his original accent remains.
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PSYCHOLOGICAL ASSESSMENT:
~TEXT FILE LAST UPDATED: 11-23-29 BY: Dr. Ralph G. Ericson
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Cormac's one-year life-assessment has designated him as 'tranquil, upbeat, and cynical'. A more jumbled assessment, I can't imagine. Based on my personal experiences with the Subject, Cormac has shown himself to be determined, a born leader, friendly, shrewd, and calm. I have run him through numerous tests, both for general intelligence and tactics, in which he has passed with flying colors. He cares quite a bit for individual life, but that has never stopped him from sacrificing a few men to accomplish his goal, if necessary. His strategy is 'to get the job done, and save as many of my comrades' lives as possible. There's no point in succeeding if there's no one left to enjoy it." An admirable sentiment.

When reviewing the recordings of his time outside of our training facility when he resided there, I have deduced that Cormac works well with others, and makes friends as easily as the average subject. Unlike the average subject, however, I have found that he is not shy about standing up for himself, and his friends. If someone slights him, they will hear about it. To this end, he is gifted with a remarkably silver tongue when it is needed. I believe he could convince a lesser man to commit murder. I am absolutely certain he would not; it was just an expression. His personality is just what is needed on difficult missions. Everyone will be better off with him there, rather than without.
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SERVICE RECORD AND/OR REMARKS:
~TEXT FILE LAST UPDATED: 11-23-29 BY: Dr. Ralph G. Ericson
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Cormac was born in Galway, Ireland. Once born, he was moved to the countryside, specifically Newcastle, a farming land near Galway, if I recall correctly. It was there that his parents, a happy married couple of nearly fifteen years, enrolled him in a small private school almost a mile away from their house, which Cormac walked to each day, as soon as he was able. His family had always believed strongly in fitness (and saving money on unnecessary fuel). As a result, Cormac was raised as almost a perfect human: a healthy diet, a strict exercise regimen, and a stable mentality. The school principal, who's name is confidential (as is the school itself), when questioned, claimed that 'Cormac was a model student. He never skipped class or forgot his homework, he was always polite to his teachers, and I daresay that many of the girls in my little school, about fifty or sixty of them, were all infatuated with the boy. It gave my staff no amount of trouble. They were always sending notes to him in class, or fighting over his 'affections'. To his credit, Cormac never returned their advances, and focused solely on his schoolwork, bless the boy.'

He advanced quickly, and skipped the fourth grade. He possessed an amazing memory, a nimble mind, and a strong desire for learning. He proved to be especially adept at Mathematics and the Sciences, and soaked up knowledge from those categories like a sponge. In the other areas of education, he excelled as well, but nothing near the way he absorbed STEM information. He was especially drawn to space, wanting to travel there someday, much to the amusement of his teachers. I suppose we're lucky that he possesses such an iron will, or we might have never obtained such a valuable addition. During his time in school, Cormac kept himself fit and healthy, and took precious care of his body, akin to treasured keepsake.

His family rarely needed vacations in such a beautiful area, so Cormac's first true contact with the outside world was when he graduated from his little school in 2017, a full year earlier than the rest of his class, and with flying colors. His family sent an application for a full scholarship to America's Massachusetts Institute of Technology, one of the best STEM schools in the world at that time, and the place practically begged Cormac to attend. His family did not have a large excess of money, but M.I.T. paid all expenses, including food, transport, and the actual price of attending the school. Once he arrived, Cormac really took off. He made friends effortlessly (and many were women, at that), and dove into his learning with a reckless abandon. If before he had been a sponge, now he was a vacuum. Everything his professors could throw at him was memorized and stored away for later use. 'We actually ran out of things to teach him. We called in the best and brightest of the world for that kid, and I'm glad we did. He might not be a genius, but he comes damn sure close.' According to his I.Q. tests, his intelligence is remarkably high. I suppose one could call Cormac a genius savant. His Language Arts skills are strong. He even learned how to play the violin in his spare time. Only his Social Studies/History skills were low (low being a figurative term, a better word is average).

The military offered him a job three years into his college life; he turned the offer down, preferring to enjoy himself for the last twelve months. It was during this time that he obtained his scar, from accidentally annoying a drunkard. Do not misinterpret: Cormac was as well behaved in college as he was as a child. He simply went out with friends, had a drink or two, and talked things over with his friends (to this end, I believe he may be a 'self-enforced' virgin, although there is no way to discover that). Once he graduated, he was snatched up by the UNF faster than one could blink. Obviously, they had been watching him very closely. They enrolled him in their 'Advanced Tactical Training Initiative Program' (the 'Program' part is superfluous, by the way) and transferred his knowledge of engineering into knowledge of command. He easily became an expert in both subject, and was promoted to Ensign shortly after.

He graduated the program at age 26, and spent the rest of his short life on duty at various locations and ships. He quickly showed his amazing talent, and rose quickly to his current rank. None can say he hasn't earned it. His 'fame' was picked up by those in charge of the Earth, and they snapped him up and sent him aboard the ship as part of the crew. One of them confided to me, 'We figure, if there is a hostile assault somewhere, he'll know what to do to protect our soldiers, and he'll be able to tell us how to fix the damage done to our systems afterwards.

I have thoroughly checked Cormac's back-story and watched him closely under the one-year life-assessment deal, and I couldn't be more certain. Placing Cormac aboard the Earth is definitely the best use of his abilities, and I recommend him completely for this mission.
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