Commander Rin Monroe

-Full name: Rin Lee Monroe

-Age: 80

-Gender: Female

-Rebirth: Yes. She was the first official successful case in the Rebirth project. Recently had the 50 year anniversary for being in Rebirth.

-Rank/Assignment: Commander

-Call-sign: Valkyrie

-Personality: Rin Monroe is known by her stern, commanding, cold, rough, and unforgiving personality. She is rough around the edges and harsh. Her opinion of you will generally be known and given openly with little to no care for who you are or what rank you are. If she disagrees with you, you will know it. She does though have good reason for being the way she is. Years of seeing horrible things and hundreds off Rebirths has made her jaded. Constantly getting hurt from trusting people or even just showing that she cares has made her shut off. Many consider her to be a heartless monster but in all truth she is far from it. Perhaps part of her problem is that she cares to much. Deep, deep, down she does have a more compassionate side but it's hard to find because she has built practically impenetrable walls around it. Her emotions are burred under years of untold heartache. If you can ever gain her trust it is likely that you'll never loose it. Time apart doesn't diminish her trust in a person, only their actions can change it. When she trusts and cares for someone there is little to nothing she won't do for them. Most who knew her when she was younger barely recognize her. It seems all that is left of her is anger. It isn't so much so that she doesn't have emotions anymore but that they are burred and confused. Occasionally happiness, enjoyment, and love will show through her bitter exterior but when they do it can be in strange ways. Needless to say she is a complex and confusing person, even to herself.

-History: “My name is Rin Monroe. I grew up in a little village on the planet Tenish. My father was the best fighter pilot of his time in the R.A.S. When I was only three years old he gave his life to prevent a major attack on the the home planet, Shintie. He has always been and will always be regarded as a hero.
I was raised by my loving mother and grandparents. When I turned sixteen I decided to follow in my father's foot steps, so I ran away from home to join the military. I went through two years of rigorous training at the academy in Vail, -the capitol of Tenish- to become a fighter pilot. Five days after my eighteenth birthday my dream came true when I was sent into battle. Little did I know of what laid ahead of me. Our mission was to protect a larger ship caring a bomb, strait through the battle field to the enemy battle ship. The mission was a success, but out of the full twenty-five of us that they sent out, I was the only one to survive. Some said it was a miracle, but my commanding officers recognized it as my unique natural ability. I quickly became known as the best pilot in the R.A.S. Years pasted and I gained many respectful honorers, one of witch was being the youngest ever to be appointed as C.A.G (Commander of the Air Group).
Then one fateful day I was approached by my commanding officer and a few scientists. “Live forever”, “Never die”, ”Invincible”, ”The perfect soldier” were a few of the phrases used. They told me that I could die however many times and I would just wake up in a new body just like my old one, every time. They said it had to do with some-sort of cloning and genetic modification. I jumped on the opportunity. They took me into this lab where they pocked and prodded me. “Taking samples” is what they called it. For six months I waited to hear from them. One day two men in black coats told me to come with them, I complied. After blind-folded me they drug me off. When they removed it I was tied to a table in a dark lab surrounded by people. “We're ready to began.” one of the women said. “What does that mean?” I asked nervously. “Don't worry. It will be over soon.” she reassured me. Before I could say another word she pulled out a hand gun and shot me in the head.

I saw a quick flash of memories and then felt dizzy and unsure feeling.“Am I dead?” I thought. Suddenly I notice something on my head, it felt almost like a helmet. I blinked my eyes but couldn't see anything. The thing raised off my head and I saw that I was in some kind of tube that was filled with a goopy liquid. The last thing I could remember was the woman pointing a gun at my head, a blast of pain and, then seeing the memories. “Congratulation! Your first resurrection was a success!” Said a voice from behind me. It was the head of the project, Isaac Dean. “You mean...?” I begun to say. “Yes! You my dear just faced death, and won.” He said with a smile. I couldn't believe it, I had just died, and came back. Holding out a hand he helped me out of the tube. “Welcome to the league of the invincible...” He said putting his arm around me.
If only I knew how my life would change....”



-Skills: An amazing pilot, has loads of experience with lots of different weapons. Skilled with guns and knifes. Has an eye like a hawk when she is in her Viper. She has an uncanny and incomparable talent at being a fighter (Specifically Viper) Pilot. Strong swimmer(She spent most her time on the beach growing up). Many would never guess it but she's a very good cook.

-Weaknesses: Isn't so good with electronics, especially the more advanced stuff. While she usually knows at least kind of what she's doing they seem to just hate her. The cold bothers her. Spiders freak her out. Emotionally repressed and twisted. It's difficult for her to form personal relationship in recent years. She doesn't always look at the full picture. Once she get's an idea set in her mind it's hard for her to change it.

-Romantic relationship: Currently none but has had many in the past. She doesn't openly trust and it's near to impossible to gain her trust.

-Other: She lived in a small house on a hill over looking a beach. Most of her childhood was spent on the beach and in the ocean. Her love for water has never went away. She was given her middle name in honor for her father after his death.

-Appearance: She stands at 5'10" with a well toned but plentifully feminine figure. Through the years and Rebirth she's gone through quite a variety of different tattoos and scars. At the moment she has very few scars and only a couple of tattoos. She has naturally pinkish-blonde hair (mostly kept in a ponytail) that is only seen in certain blood lines on Tenish and gray-blue eyes. Her look is generally cold and stern, when she was younger and happy she was often times complimented on having a beautiful smile.

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-Full Name: Raina Matthews

-Age: 75

-Gender: Female

-Rebirth: Yes

-Rank / Assignment: Sergent

-Call-sign: Sky Hawk

-Personality: Raina is very straight-forward and you never have to guess what she's thinking. She mostly likes keeping to herself but when she's in the mood, she can be quite sociable and funny. Most people like her. It is almost impossible for her to hold a grudge and she is fiercely loyal. She is extremely smart and she knows it but she tries very hard not to be arrogant about it. Her Sassy, stubborn, sarcastic personality has gotten her into trouble more times then she cares to remember but somehow she always managed to get out of trouble before anything serious happened. Despite her happy outward appearance, she has been hurt many times in her life and she guards her heart very closely. It is not a easy task to gain her trust and only a select few can gain it. She has always listened to her instincts, and they normally turn out to be right. She has a kind heart and likes to help others out whenever she can. She views the rules as sometimes breakable depending on 3 things. 1: who she's with 2: what rules of her own does it conflict with and 3: what are the consequences. She has her own set of rules that she lives by. A code if you will. Many times, this "code" of hers has gotten her into heaps of trouble and has almost gotten her demoted. She's never really been very girly and has always seemed to not fit in with other girls. Give her a punching bag and she'll be happy. Occasionally, when she's interested in someone she well completely transform and try to act like a girl. Most of the time, she is kinda quiet and follows orders but if she sees a problem with what her commander has told her to do she is not afraid to speak up. Raina will always fight for what she believes in and to her, surrender is NOT an option. Because of her stubbornness and her simple refusal to give up and die, she wins most battles she's in.

-History: Raina was born and raised on Tenish and had a very happy childhood. Her father was a wealthy man and they didn't have as hard of struggles as most did. She grew up with four older and younger brothers and they all entertained each other. They would often disappear into the woods for hours causing their mother to worry. Everything was as good as it could be during the war... Until one day her entire world shattered. Because of her family's wealth their home was one of the targets of a U.K.D attack when she was 14. Her home was destroyed by missiles and fire, her parents dead, and only one of her brothers survived. They became even closer then they were before and their bond is unbreakable. That was the day that she vowed to help destroy the U.K.D. When she was old enough she joined the army and was after years and years of hard training she was asked to join the "rebirth" project. She accepted. She has fought in many battles but one note-worthy one was when the U.K D had tried to overtake Hanorat. they had planted a bomb in the capital city of Hanorat in an attempt to cause wide-spread panic. Raina had been first on the scene along with her best friend. After diss-arming the bomb, Raina was able to save Hanorat's capital city but not her friend, who had been shot while watching Raina's back. To this day she still feels as though it was her fault. After that, battle though, her determination only became stronger and she started to rise through the ranks. She soon discovered she was a good mechanic and became a engineer for some time helping repair the damaged ships but her calling had always been to be in the heart of the battle. She decided that she was going to use her skills to her advantage and built a Starhound Class Viper from scratch and her claim to fame is that it is one of the fastest in the fleet. She was taken prisoner at some point but she escaped. She had actually managed to gain information instead of give information. She had discovered that people loved to tell you that you were wrong and she used it to her advantage.

-Skills: Advanced hand-to-hand combat, pilot, excellent mechanic, advanced sniper, bomb making/disarming.

-Weakness: She is way to relaxed when it comes to the rules and regulations. She also is loyal to her brother before anyone else and if she has to choose between helping him or the R.A.S she will always choose Eli.

-Romantic Relationship: She's had a few flings. One serious relationship but that ended badly. At the moment she isn't really looking but she's open to a relationship.

-Other: She always has on a small moonstone pendant that her mother gave to her as a baby. It supposedly had been in her family for generations. She also has a Starhound class viper which she has named Falcon. Her and her brother Eli have the same tattoo on their right shoulder (see Eli's sign-up for a pic) she also nick-named her brother "Scruffy"

-Appearance: Raina stands at about 5''9 and has a fit, figure with slight curves. She has lightly tanned skin and thick, long, curly dark brown hair as well as brilliant cobalt blue eyes. Most of the time she either wears her uniform or if she's just messing around with her viper she'll wear a tank-top and some jeans. Her hair is usually in a pony-tail.

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-Full Name: Hunter Monroe (No relation to Rin Lee Monroe)

-Age: 25

-Gender: Male

-Rebirth: Yes

-Rank / Assignment: Sergeant

-Call-sign: Zombie

-Personality: In basics, Hunter is a caring sarcastic smart ass. He will stand up for his friends in most cases, even if that means he himself gets hurt along the way.

-History:
Hunter grew up with a military family, Most of his family has seen combat in some way shape or form, So naturally when he was old enough he signed up. Though he knew from the point of joining that he was entering a long and hard war, much of his family who had joined before him were either missing or dead.

After serving for a short time he has only seen combat two times, though on the second time he lost one of his legs to a grenade. He then was forced to tie off the remains of his leg and hold tight well he waited foe anyone friendly. He passed out on the second day only to wake up in a hospital.

When word got out about the rebirth program he joined ASAP. He wanted to make a difference in the war, and still be able to go back home to what had remained of his family. This would also give him a chance to be able to walk again.

-Skills:
-Electrical Engineering
-Mechanical Engineering
-Close quarters combat
-Navigation/Tracking

-Weakness:
-He tends to let his emotions take priority of a situation.
-He's stubborn at times
-Likes to take risky moves

-Romantic Relationship: Single

-Other: Hunter is always ready for a fight, he sees it as his family legend to fight his absolute hardest in any conflict no matter what. He also likes to keep good luck charms with him, they tend to vary.

-Appearance: Hunter is 5'11"

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-Name: Brandy Amelia Carson

-Age: 37

-Gender: Female

-Rebirth: Yes

-Rank / Assignment: Captain. Medical, Doctor, field medic, surgeon.

-Call sign: Doc

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-History:



-Skills: she's a very good doctor / field medic. Her knowledge of the human body and what it can take is impressive. Working in places with limited resources has taught her to think on her feet and come up with alternative ways to treat and heal people. She's good with smaller guns and decent at hand-to-hand combat.

-Weaknesses: Since she was once addicted to drugs and alcohol she has to constantly watch herself to make sure she isn't slipping back into her old ways. It's like a dark cloud that constantly hangs over her. Since her job requires her to be around pharmaceutical drugs she's always paranoid she'll use them. Occasionally she'll have stress related outbursts / breakdowns connected with her past. She isn't that keen on fighting and killing, therefore she's never tried to get good with different weapons but this doesn't mean that she won't fight or even kill.

-Romantic Relationship: Not currently involved with anyone. She use to be with a lot of different boys but when her boyfriend overdosed she didn't want to be with anyone for quite awhile. Since then she's dated a couple times but they didn't work out for one reason or another.

-Other: she isn't particularly fond of Rebirth. The only reason she joined was to help other people. Therefore she endeavors to use it as little as possible. She's been a Rebirth for over 10 years but has used it only a small handful of times.

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-Full Name: Azurael Winchester

-Age: 22

-Gender: Female

-Rebirth: Yes

-Rank / Assignment: Sargent (Comms/Sigs operator)

-Call-sign: Nexus

-Personality: Azurael, while generally quite pleasant, has somewhat of a bipolar temper - she can easily change from being calm and placid one moment to instensly angry the next. While she tries to work on her temper she doesn't always succeed and this has gotten her into trouble. She generally prefers the company of her Comms/Sigs equipment to humans as her equipment is a lot more predictable. She is highly intelligent but goes out of her way to hide this as she detests being in the spotlight.While she says she hates conflict and stressful enviroments - this is wrong, she thrives and some would says likes such situations. Her sense of humor is very dry and quite lacking. While she generally won't argue with orders she disagrees with, the disgruntlement will be clearly written across her face. Azurael has no skill whatsoever at hiding her emotions - her face is an open book so to say.

-History: Azurael had always dreamed of a career alowing her to travel and to protect others. Coming from a poor family where options where few and far between if not impossible - the RAS was the best, and more importantly, free option. She has no issues whatsoever making the RAS a permenant thing. Her career is her life and she won't let anything, including romance, get in the way. As a child her parents worked hard and very long hours to send Azurael to school. Azurael never saw them often but didn't resent them for this - she in fact was driven to succeed because of them, and she surpassed expectations - at least academically. Her social life suffered however, and she's never really had any friends.

-Skills: Azurael is great at chess, while she won't win against any grand masters she has great skill. She has won a few competitions but refuses to admit it. She is excellent with IT and communications. She has an eidetic memory and picks up information quite easily, and as a consequence is quite intelligent. Her marksmanship with rifles is exemplary. She is also quite skilled in Taekwondo. She is moderately skilled in CQC.

-Weakness: While she does lack socialising skills, she isn't afraid to socialise, she will generally prefer not to. She has a horrific temper when angered and has on more than one occasion been demoted because of this. She has next to no teamwork skills. Her athletic abilities are lacking to the point she barely managed to pass (with difficulty) the entrance fitness exams. She work herself to complete exhaustion without even knowing it - so great is her work focus.

-Romantic Relationship: None. Single.

-Other: She hasn't used Re-birth yet, she is signed up.

-Appearance: 5ft 7in tall. Azurael hides her curves with her uniform - she is only moderately curvey in any case. Her hair is long and she wears it in a tight plait which reaches down to the small of her back. She won't admit it and has never shown any-one but has tattoos which have very special meanings to her - a barbed wire tattoo running from the bottom of her neck down the spine to her tail bone, on her left shoulder is yggdrasil, and on her right shoulder is flaming skull holding a rose in it's teeth.

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-Full Name: Audo Evgeny Bobienski
-Age: 28
-Gender: Male
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Resistance Corporal (R.A.S. Warrant officer)
-Call-sign: Flip

-Personality: Audo likes to think of himself as a old timey cowboy. In one way or another he's fought the evil empire of the UKD since he was 15. He lives for the pull of the trigger and adrenaline rush that is never matched out of combat. He's learned to be very good at what he does, having dozens of kills on his "Record". He's seen his fair share of death, both enemy and ally alike, and at times it pulls on his soul. But in the end, he keeps fighting cause he enjoys it, and if there is a fighter needed it might as well be him.

-History: He has fought in Para-Military and Resistance Groups from a very early age. The style of combat needed to survive has left him with the talent of taking a shot and then booking it to a new hole.

-Skills: Guerrilla Warfare. Long range shooting.
-Weakness: Lots. < Other then lots, Can be a bit eccentric. Is not trained in "Proper" military tactics.
-Romantic Relationship: Whose Available?

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-Appearance: Hair cut short, speckled grey. Height 5' 11''
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Name: Giovanna Zetta (aka "G")

Age: 62

Gender: Female

Rebirth: Yes (See History)

Rank/Assignment: Petty Officer

Call Sign: Psycho

Personality: Once upon a time a few of the phrases used to describe G were "emotionally disassociated" and "anti-social" among many clinical terms branded in her file. But any files with that information are long gone by now, as are any doctors who would had made such diagnoses.

Social normalities and moral obligations escape her understanding, generally she is motivated only by self interest. At times she can be impulsive and manipulative, however she always plays the long game. She never throws out her long term desires just to serve an impulse. Usually she keeps a calm head, though she is prone to outbursts at times. Because of her self-centeredness her outbursts are usually related to seemingly unimportant things which only affect her. Her respect for those around her is directly related to her perception of their intelligence or her personal interpretation of whether or not they are worthy of her respect. Because she is unable to emotionally connect with others, she is unable to empathize, however she does have a somewhat oddly strong sense of loyalty to those whom she respects. And her commitment to the mission binds her to aiding and protecting her comrades. G has learned to portray certain emotional characteristics when she finds it to be necessary, and usually falls into a routine of subtly mimicking or mirroring those around her so that she fits into place better. Her interactions with others are usually shallow in nature, and are driven mostly by whatever she deems a necessity. When, if ever, she is engaged into a serious conversation she generally takes a quite cynical view of life. She quite despises small talk. One of her favorite means of entertainment is watching other people squirm by making them uncomfortable in any way possible.

History: Most of G's past remains entirely lost to the tides of time. She knows nothing of where she came from or how she was raised prior to her 16th birthday. Everything before then is a black-hole in her memory. At 16 G was enrolled in a very small and classified experimental project in the earlier years of the development of Rebirth. The project called "Salvation" was, in short, a means to give totally delinquent members of society a chance at serving their government. The candidates were only accepted at young ages, and only those with complete loss of social ability were applied. Kids, who would have otherwise spent their lives rotting away in insane asylums, were re-engineered as soldiers. The application was carried out by first "removing" all of the subject's prior memories and conditioning them for service by enrollment into military training. The final step was to join Rebirth. The hope was that through the process of regeneration, the physical damage within their brains would be repaired and thus their personality disorders would be dissolved and they would be able to function in a normal state of being.

When G was introduced she was incredibly receptive to the process and experienced impressive results, even after only partly through the process (after just the memory wipe and the military training), she was believed to have made significant improvements. Subsequently she became the only candidate to make it so far as to actually enter into the Rebirth Project. As her training continued after joining Rebirth, she was thought to be the project's one and only successful candidate. However, as more time passed, G began to manifest old behavioral traits and even experienced vague flashbacks at times. Eventually she was deemed a failure, and the entire project was shut down.

It was always uncertain as to whether or not the process had worked on her at first, and then failed; or if she had simply been mimicking normal behavior so as to manipulate her superiors. Though due to the fact that she was the only candidate to make it so far into the project, it was generally accepted that the process had never truly worked at all. However, despite the total failure of the Salvation Project, G was salvaged because of her potential; her obvious improvements through the training, and her levels of intelligence and skill. When the program shut down, all of the information surrounding it was buried. Every file relating to G or her past was burned. All she had to hold onto was her name...and that wasn't real anyway.

She was considered by most of her superiors to be a handful, or more work than she was worth, but she was taken under wing and trained carefully by...a man whose name even now she would claim to have long since forgotten. She was assigned a "handler" to travel with her to keep her damages to a minimum. Yet however destructive she has always seemed, her receptiveness to training and her effectiveness in accomplishing her assigned tasks is undeniable.

Her commitment to the RAS is ensured by her complete and total disdain for the social and governmental constructs of the UKD. That going along with her general acceptance of her otherwise complete and total lack of purpose and reason for existence, and her personal belief in the futility of life. Basically serving the RAS serves her best interest and entertains her.

Skills: G is considered by most to be somewhat of a mercenary type, because of her lack of a personal connection to her combat. She is quick on her feet and prefers improvisation over plan of attack. Usually she prefers hand-to-hand style combat, strategically taking advantage of her environment and utilizing situational objects as weapons. She is also skilled with pistols and daggers, and ironically, despite her lack of active concern for the wellbeing of anyone, she is fairly skilled as a field medic.

Weaknesses: Heavy weapons and advanced machinery or technology are big weaknesses for her. Her impatience for things she doesn't already know, limits her ability to "figure it out". She is much better off being pointed towards a fight. She can be restlessness if she goes too long without set tasks or objectives to work towards, and will begin to turn her boredom towards those around her. Basically, the busier she is the better she behaves. G is a pile of weaknesses which are very much intertwined in her strengths. A situation which does not have a clear objective relating to her assignment can cause her to make hastey decisions. Because of her inability to see the grey area, instances which require an ethical decision or strong moral conviction, are usually not handled well. Although because of her strongly analytical view of things, she is unbiased in her opinions and is able to take each person as they really are, rather than as they are expected to be. Of course, that means at times she may see a bit more in others than they wish to be seen.

Relationship: Other than various shallow sexual encounters, G has never been romantically involved with anyone. Although because it is a bit of a hobby of her's to toy with other's emotions, at times she will feign romantic interest in others for her own entertainment.

Appearance: Sharp and strong feminine features, with "soulless" eyes which eagerly watch everything around her. G is tall and medium feminine build, though she generally carries herself (or sometimes presents herself) in a more masculine way. Her hair is dark, but she usually keeps it shaved completely.

-Full Name: Eric Alfred Fenris

-Age: 25

-Gender: Male

-Rebirth: No

-Rank / Assignment: Sergeant RAS

-Call-sign: Wolf

-Personality: Eric is gritty and to the point. He doesn't beat around the bush and cares little for rank. Probably the reason he's still only a sergeant. He has a bit of a temper, especially when he believes people are wasting his time, and has been known to storm out of meeting in a rage. Though he does have a soft spot for animals, especially dogs. He would never openly admit to anyone else but he sleeps with his arms around his big husky mix every night.

In combat he is a veritable storm as he always pops up where he's needed. He'll be in a firefight in one area, next he'll be responding to a backup call in another. He may hold the rank of sergeant but he very rarely works with an individual squad. Thus his call sign. His superiors have come to use him as that extra push needed on the ground. Whether in defending a position or assaulting a point, Eric is the man ready for the job.

When not embroiled in combat Eric is a lazy bastard. Practically refusing to do anything other than sit in his chair with a bottle of whiskey and a cigar. Getting him to do anything short of "kill these people" is a miracle on it's own. Yet, if he chooses to put his mind towards a goal it's usually done. Though not always in the manner others would have liked. He is also very hard on new recruits. Always pushing them and yelling at them about one thing or another.

-History: Eric grew up in the RAS, hearing from his mother how his father was a great soldier fighting for freedom. His father, unfortunately, had died in the fighting. That however did not stop Eric, once he was old enough he went about teaching himself how to fight and studying combat. He trained himself both physically and mentally for what he would aspire to be, a great soldier like his father. When the call to arms came for him he would stand ready and do his father's memory proud.

At the age of seventeen Eric had his mother sign a waver to allow him into the military and he was off. He excelled in training, especially in combat. Where he was noticed to employ excellent judgment and timing. He graduated basic and advanced training at the top of his unit and soon headed off to the front lines to see his first tour of combat. Where reality smacked him dead in the face. As soon as he planted his boots upon the ground in combat his mind froze. All his training, all his confidence disappeared. He was supposed to lead a squad to victory, but he wound up getting them killed instead, and he lost an arm. Eric was only saved by the arrival of Rebirth soldiers. He wouldn't get another chance to lead others, and he wouldn't take it when offered.

Since then he has hardened himself against war. War is his life now, it is his meaning to continue on. He fights so that one day others may not have to go through the same horror he had on that day. Eric has been offered to be a part of the Rebirth program many times, but has always refused. He believes the Rebirth program would make him weak, allow him to become relaxed in the knowledge that if he were to die he would simply "wake up" in a facility somewhere.

-Skills: CQC expert: He is capable of dispatching four men at the same time in hand to hand, though he rarely needs to as he's more likely to shoot or stab them.

Medium Range Crackshot: Can line up and fire off a killing shot in the blink of an eye due to years of combat practice.

Instinct Tactics: Can make an effective and sound judgment in the middle of heated combat on the fly, even improvising based on the situation demands.

CLS: Combat Life Saver, Eric can save a soldiers life with quick, sometimes crude medical techniques.

Bionic Arm: Losing his arm gave him a bionic replacement, this allows him to perform some actions allot longer than normal people as his arm doesn't tire. It also has the strength to crush a man's skull.

-Weakness: Animals, He refuses to hurt an animal of any kind.

His Bionic Arm: Though the arm allows him to do things others can't, it is also a weakness. The arm does have a battery life (at full charge it only lasts for about forty-eight hours), and if the battery runs out it's useless. Also pushing the arm too much can cause malfunctions or drain the battery faster than normal.

PTSD: Eric suffers from nightmares of his first day of combat. Of losing his friends and his arm. They used to be a daily occurrence, but years a numbing combat and the companionship of his dog has caused them to seize him less. Though when they do his neighbors can hear his screams in the night.

-Romantic Relationship: none, (at the moment)

-Other: Eric has a Husky/Collie mix, named Lea. She is the only living thing that will make Eric look like a fool. (He talks to her like a baby).

-Appearance: Eric isn't a tall man, standing at about 5'9" and weighs only 160lbs- 175 with the arm. His hair is a dark blonde, almost brown that he wears in a trimmed low fade haircut. His eyes are a piercing grey/blue. A pale scar trails from his left temple down to his chin. His body is tempered in war, lean and fit. He is built for endurance, but he knows how to use his weight to throw a punch. His left arm no longer exists and is replaced with a dark obviously bionic prosthetic. Finally he shaves only once every few weeks, much to his commands displeasure, but he keeps his face at a thick stubble, except for around his scar where hair no longer grows.

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Full name: Chris Henderson

Age: 50

Rebirth: Yes, although it was against his will.

Rank/assignment: Captain

Call sign: Bastard

Personality: Chris Henderson Hides His feelings very well. He Sees Conversation more as a chess game than anything else. He Knows how to act to his superiors, If he feels like it that is. To those below him He acts very neutral keeping all his opinions of you to himself. However when you have earned his respect and hell maybe even his friendship, He will drop his poker face. Then he is just a friendly guy who you can do drinking contests with. He is, however very serious and is not afraid to go against his orders if these seem like folly to him. He Stares death in they eye and has a burning hatred against the UDK, because they killed his wife and unborn son. This is why he tries to disconnect from his comrades in fear of losing them, Something which he still, after all his years of service, is unable to do. He mostly keeps to himself reading and drinking.

History: I'm Chris Henderson and this is my story. I was born on a mining facility close to Shantor. My young days where just as any kid, I had a loving family a hardworking father a caring mother and a grumpy sister. *chuckles* Those where the good days, Days that i wasn't afraid of getting shot or trying to command my ship which had just been ambushed. Sadly everything must come to an end. I was just 18 at the time When they attacked us, I remember it all so clearly. I was just watching t.v. when the alarms went off, I tried to pack some things but my father said that it was a waste of time. We ran as quick as we could to the escape pods, then the first Round hit. we all fell to the ground, the shock was immense. I completely panicked and ran as hard as I could losing sight of everyone I knew in the process. I was able to make it to one of the escape pods. I was tucked away in the pod with a bunch of unknown faces. However when we where just about to launch i saw my family trying to make it to the pod but they where to late. And then my father looked at me, his face a mix of relief and sadness knowing he would never see me again. I tried to save them tried to get them inside, but a couple of men held me down. We launched barely escaping the explosion, and as I watched my home burn I promised to take my revenge on the UKD. I was able to make my way to Shantor And enlisted in the army. It was the stupidest thing I would ever do.

For three goddamn years I fought on all kinds of battlefields, From ice to desert I was always there. In the beginning I had a few friends, those from boot camp, I remember them all. James was a total ass, But in truth he was the most heroic man I ever met. Jeremy was our medic, he saved my life so many times I stopped counting at one point, he was the smart ass of our team. Then we had Conner our weird but trusty heavy weapons guy. As time went one I came to see them as family, trying to replace the one I lost, Which again was a stupid mistake. The first one we lost was Conner, we where stuck in a kill zone and Conner tried to shoot his way through. In the end we made it, Conner sadly did not. Next we lost Jeremy, our medic. I had been hit in the arm and he was dragging me behind some wall. I remember him saying that I owed him a beer again, Just as I was about to laugh when there was an ear deafening shot. I then saw Jeremy, his head had been turned into gravy, only his glasses remained. Before the sniper could finish me off he was shot by James, he then carried me back to base. However even he would loose his life. We where sent out to scout the area, when we where in a shot to hell supermarket me and James came under fire from a squad of enemy soldiers. James then did the most honorable thing a man could do, they had seen James but not me, he ran out to them emptying his gun. They mowed him down without taking a scratch. I wanted to help but I was to damn big a coward to do anything about it. I then asked my Sargent if I could be transferred to a battlestar, Maybe it was the sadness in my eyes that swayed him maybe it was something else, whatever it was I was transferred and got paid just enough for a couple of months. I would however use that money for something different. I had asked to be transferred mostly because I still wanted to serve, and secondly because I did not have the money the first time.

The first day's at the academy at Shantor where hard, this was different territory and acting tough did not work here. It was all about the smarts. It was here where I learned how to get my poker face on. At first I tried fighters I always wanted to be a badass fighter pilot, to race through the ships dodging like a boss. However it was requested of me that I had to take a reaction test, Which I failed horribly. I had only two options left, either go home or go big, big meaning that I would pilot everything from corvettes to capital ships. Of course I choose the last option, and as bad as I was in fighters I was the best in big ships. It feels like a weird connection, Every time I touch those controls it feels like I am connected to the ship itself, anyway I'm getting of topic again. So They made me a pilot on the Isabella, a battlestar, our captain was the worst man you would ever meet, he was drunk greedy and a total ass. He also complained at everyone around him when he was bored. He especially did that to me bitching over even the slightest slip up. It was so annoying but in the end it started to help me, and then I had my first time in combat and also in commanding. We where ordered to escort 3 freighters to some mining facility some where in the system, and then three UDK light frigates attacked us, we where ambushed and our idiot of a captain was so shocked he did not respond until it was far too late. We where hit badly, Fire on multiple decks and a lot of dead and wounded. However lucky for me the captain was also dead. Then I did something against protocol. I took command of the ship, I started shouting orders everywhere the crew following them to the letter, because of my skills and that of the crew we managed to drive the enemy of destroying all of them. Now mostly someone pulling something like this would get fired before he could even say objection, but as my luck would have it they saw me as a good moral boost, so I was awarded a medal and given command over the destroyer. After that I was sent away to the front to fight the enemy head one. It seemed I had a knack for command because I was the first person to ever make it to admiral at the age of 40. I have so many battles stories to tell it would take hours to just tell you, but once again I'm getting of topic here. I had it all high rank a wife and a soon to be father, However there was one thing that bothers me. I was called off my command and my superiors asked me something that made me sick, they wanted me in there rebirth program, Something I was firmly against. The project never hit me well, it felt weird and inhuman and I wanted none of it. At first they tried there speeches saying that a hero such as me was needed to defeat Our enemy, I refused. They then started to shower me with rewards and promotions, A bigger house, a bigger everything, Still I refused. Then they started to threaten, What they Said is still classified but I can say that it had nothing to do with my **#^>{>]£\$ After that everything went so fast, and before I knew it I was looking at myself, Literally, Full with disgust. I promised myself to never be cloned, I still keep myself to that promise to this day, However everything would go spiraling down in a matter of days, All because of the UDK

I had just won a long and hard battle and was checking on news back home, Then I saw something that drew all my blood away from my face. A terrorist attack had happened on my home system. normally I would not really care because this happens all the time, However this was different, Cause when I read further and I saw the words admiral's wife dead. I was so depressed that I could not command for a whole day, A little of me died that day. The next day I got a mission to attack a space station that had been defending a bunch of mining complexes. The battle was short lived, it was what happened next that made it important to me. We had the mining facilities in sight, I don't know why I did it but I just did. I ordered to open fire, and fire we did! We blasted everything to bits, no escape pods escaped our guns. It felt good to take revenge. Then I realized something, I once was someone living on those mining platforms, I had become the murderer and now I would bare the price for it. My superiors where not very happy with me, There poster boy had just committed mass murder. I was demoted to captain and was ordered to wait until I would get a ship at my command. So I waited and waited and waited, Until one day I got a call from command. I was ordered to go on a top secret mission. I was quickly transported to the planet. They did push a briefing in my hands so I was able to get at least a minor understanding of what would happen. As for the rest well I think time will tell. I do know one thing though, I'm really fucking late!

Skils: Chris has a natural knack for strategy. He is battle hardened and can take pain very well. He also has his shooting skills from his soldier day's. Although they are a bit rusty. But what Chris really shines at are his piloting skills. He is excellent at piloting big ships. He knows exactly what to when to do rusty may his skills be.

Weakness: Is not very strong in the physical sense. Is horrible in hand to hand combat. And has a annoying tendency to drink whenever he gets the chance. He also gets very emotional when someone mentions his wife.

Romance: He is still mourning the dead of his wife and son. So you could try but don't expect much.

Appearance: Chris stands 2 meters tall and has short hair. He has blue eyes and wears a jacket over his uniform.
He has several bullet scars dotted over his body.

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-Full Name: Abbie Kaapo Laukkanen

-Age: 45

-Gender: Female

-Rebirth: Yes

-Rank / Assignment: Sergeant / Demolitions

-Call-sign: Trip

-Personality: Abbie is quite a cynical person, often throwing out sarcastic comments or the like. Fortunately she knows when to show respect to her superiors. Aside from her cynical nature, she can be quite tolerant of others or even kind, as long as they don’t bother her. This also means that she tends to keep to herself unless she ‘absolutely’ must interject. She cannot stand stupid people or even unintelligent remarks. Abbie rarely gives genuine smiles and mostly gives cheeky smirks, since she finds that there isn’t that much to smile about in her line of work.

-History: Abbie was born in a small village near the mountains on Victon. She was an only child and lived in relative peace. When she was a child, her father would always teach her about his job as the Demolitions Expert in the military, but he never told her about the Rebirth program. One day, her father went on a mission, the details of which were never divulged, and he never came back. All she was told was that her father made a ‘great sacrifice’ for his comrades and his beliefs. When she had turned 15, she decided to join the military. A decision which met no resistance from her mother. She was instantly moved into the Demolitions sector due to her interests and her father’s records. It seemed as though they had always known that she would join the R.A.S as a Demolitionist.

As a recruit who specialized in Demolitions, it seemed like an extremely good idea to be part of the Rebirth program, so she didn’t have to worry about accidentally blowing herself up. However, she had no idea what was actually involved in the cloning process or the uploading of her mind. She had caught wind of it when some of the soldiers were gossiping about something. Words like ‘Immortal’ and ‘Undying’ could be heard in their conversations. And after inquiring about it several times with scientists that she came across, she was allowed to join the program, but she was only allowed in after she had graduated from the academy; by then she was 19 years old.

-Skills: Expert in Demolitions and Electronics, which are used for security purposes, breaching defenses, and disabling enemy systems. She is also very good at judging structural integrity in buildings, ships and other containers.

-Weakness: Despite her knowledge of electronics and whatnot, she’s a terrible pilot. Her co-ordination with flight controls is astonishingly bad.

-Romantic Relationship: "Sure, why not?"

-Other: Abbie often has a pair of headphones around her neck, which she uses to either listen to music or listen for static or faults in electrical equipment.

-Appearance: Abbie is quite short, standing at 5’7”. Her body is well toned and quite feminine, however she lacks slightly in ‘womanly’ proportions, making her seem slim. Since she has only recently rebirthed, she has no scars or blemishes on her body, and she hasn’t bothered getting any kind of tattoos. She has long dark red hair and grey-ish eyes. Generally, her expression seems quite aloof.

-Full Name: Eli Matthews

-Age: 85

-Gender: Male

-Rebirth: Yes

-Rank / Assignment: Sergent

-Call-sign: Underdog

-Personality: Eli is nice, funny, he sometimes holds a grudge depending on how bad the thing was that you did and wether your actually sorry or not. he's rather frank and not one to give up easy. He doesn't show his emotions much even to those who are the closest to him except his sister. He feels that showing emotion is a weakness for a man and that he has to hide them. He has been hardened by years of battle but still trys to keep a smile on his face. He is always the first one to try and brighten the mood and most consider him to be happy-go-lucky and optomistic. He has always been a bit of a flirt and he likes to have you think that hes a player but if he finds a girl he likes he sticks to her. He is very loyal to his freinds and likes to help out with odd jobs and what-not. He gets especially retarded when he's around his sister. He is loyal to her before anything else. He would spend eternity in hell for her, and he thinks she can't take care of herself and needs him to protect her. For the most part, he's a pretty laid-back guy but there are some things that just cross the line that he will not do. He has always hated conflict but he will thought if he has to. He loves to tinker with things and him and his sister share a love of mechanics. He adores children and when he's off duty he normally goes and visits a orphanage near the Shantie base. He has a very kind heart and though he has a temper he doesn't take out his anger on others.

-History: Eli was with his three brothers when the attack came on their house and he barely got out alive. The other three had been knocked unconscious and had died in the fire. After he got out he found his little sister Raina and they took care of eachother. Eli had just turned 18 so they weren't sent to foster homes. Instead, he was given custody of his sister, though it seemed that she took care of him more then he took care of her. After Raina joined the army, Eli quickly followed to try and keep her safe though as fate would have it, they recieved diffrent assignments. Eli joined the rebirth program a little before his sister did. they are two of the few siblings on the rebirth project. They ran into eachother several times between assignments and it had always been happy reunions. Currently, they haven't seen each other in almost 10 years. After Eli joined the rebirth program he was a hard fighter for many years. While he was on leave, he fell in love with a girl on keantish and they got married and were very happy. They had three children, a home, and enough money to get by. Then the U.K.D ruined his life for a second time. they attacked keantish, killing his family. He had been devestated after this and had thought of killing himself but knew it would be pointless since he would just wake up in a new body.

-Skills: Expert pilot, hand to hand combat, tech.

-Weakness: He is very overprotective of his sister and its will sometimes get in the way of his work.

-Romantic Relationship: Never really had another girl friend after his family died

-Other: is Raina's older brother

-Appearance: Eli has dark brown hair and shares his sisters blue eyes though his are several shades lighter. He stands at 6''5 and has good muscle tone. He is almost never clean-shaven which is where his sister got the nick-name "Scruffy" from.

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-Full Name: Justin "Bane' Case

-Age: 62

-Gender: Male

-Rebirth: Joined Rebirth at the age of 28. How ever was a member of the military long before that.

-Rank / Assignment: Lieutenant

-Call-sign: Zephyr

-Personality: Justin has pretty much two modes. Nonchalant or I'll kill you serious. There is a very goofy and fun loving side to him that comes out when it probably shouldn't. There no telling when he might break out into song and might throw in a dance as well. The other side of him isn't one that anyone wants to see. He can be a danger to anyone without thought of who that person might be.

He cares little for rank and treats just about everyone the same. Its not about the uniform its about the person wearing the uniform that matters to Justin. He gets there is a time and place for everything, but there are somethings he just can't abide.

Justin has thing he does. Where he does what is right to him, morality and to certain extent orders. He has gone against a few of them in his time, but he always felt he did was right.

-History: Justin was born in a poor mountain town. His parents died not long after his 13th birthday. Till the day they were killed in an accident, they taught him to survive and live off the land. When he found out what happened, he did the only thing he knew to do. He took off into the mountains and learned the hard way to survive.

The moment he came of age. He enlisted in the army. He figured it was only way out of living on a mountain top . There were... Certain issues that he had overcome. Being alone for so long he wasn't used to being around people. Because of his life style most things didn't make sense to him. Except for combat. He excelled in that in an almost horrific manner.

It wasn't long before he found himself in an elite ground unit. Which suited him fine, he wanted nothing to do with those crazy asses in the Vipers and other flying shit. Now most of his unit is either dead or deployed elsewhere, away from him.

Over the years he has cross trained to a great many different skill sets. As a result he is almost a one man wrecking crew. Part of that is training and part of that is experience. He has a high mission success rate. There are more than couple of rumors about his accomplishments.

-Skills:

Justin excels in combat and demolition. Long rage, close quarters combat and demolitions are his specialty. If it can be killed he'll kill it, if it can be destroyed he'll destroy it. There is no mistaking his abilities in combat and demolitions.

There is an innate gift for stalking. Making him very good at infiltration and tracking. Mostly do to having to hunt for food rather than training.

Justin is pretty decent at first aid. You won't see him doing any sort of surgery but he's pretty good at patching people up. He was never one to want to rely on the Rebirth system. Justin more than understands its benefits, that doesn't mean its a go to thing for him.

Justine just seems to have the right instincts for being a solider. He trust his guy and goes form there. Justin is the type of guy you can drop off in the wild for months at a time and know that he will survive and get the job done.

-Weakness:
He CAN NOT fly anything. He isn't scared of heights but he is terrified of being in a plane of any sort. Ships he can do, but when push comes to shove, he wants his boots on the ground and do work. It's that feeling of confinement and not being to escape or move that bothers him the most.

He struggles working with a large team. Groups of three maybe four, anymore than that Justin just can't make it work out in his head. He has grown accustom to working alone.

Justin struggles with advanced tech. He does fine and can fix most mechanical based tech but he really struggles with electronics.

His gut isn't always right. He trusts in his instincts more than the evidence around him.

-Romantic Relationship: There have been a few in the past. None currently. That doesn't mean he isn't looking ladies!

-Other: His nickname Bane comes from when he was a child. One of his teachers him he might be the Bane of her existence due to his rambunctious nature. The name nick name stuck. His call sign Zephyr comes his personality, he can be as easy as the breeze one moment, only become a tornado ripping everything part.

-Appearance: A ruggedly handsome face. Adorned with short dark hair and even darker eyes. His 5’11 frame is covered by a lean 200 pounds worth of muscle and organs. While heavy you would never expect it. Even upon close close inspection one would think he’d he was closer to 180 pounds. A lean athletic frame that is built more on running and endurance than it is through brute power. In one form or another seems to always have a few scars showing.

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Name: Marcus Avian

Age: considers himself 30, actually 80

Gender: Male

Rank: Lt. Commander, currently AWOL

Rebirth: Yes, was in the first batch but did not wake up after he was killed. Over the past 30 years, he has spent his time conscious but some how unable to actually lock into a body to wake up in. For some reason though he was finally able to secure a connection to one and force himself awake. On pervious occasions he had gotten into bodies, but had never been able to get them to do anything other then twitch. His current body is what he views as a hollow triumph. Something he has control over for the first time in decades, but a cruel reminder of his former self.

Call Sign: Specter

Personality: Marcus is not who he used to be anymore. Sure there's the gradual change the constant fighting and war fare brings to a person, and he went through plenty of this during his time before the Rebirth Project, but after 50 years in a tube he's gone a bit crazy. After waking up he went through several intense Psych evaluations and studies, being monitored for any bad tendencies or mental damage from his years in a 'comma' like state. He was labeled as volatile and unpredictable and for awhile it was debated whether or not they should just put him down and delete the data they had on him in the banks.
Because of this, he doesn't really feel like trusting others. Obstinate and aggressive he lashes out at those who attempt to approach him, still attempting to adjust to the years he has missed and get a better understanding of who he is now in a body he doesn't really feel right in.

History: Hi I'm Marcus. I'm 30 years old, I think, and I'm an R.A.S soldier. I'm a sniper in Strike Team Banshee, and my number is 45771. I graduated from the academy on Tenish with good grades I suppose and was top of my class when it came to sharp shooting and target practice. Pretty nifty. I fought mostly in the trenches with different strike teams, my favorite or at least best group being a strike force that specialized in assassinations and crippling the enemy through sabotage and crippling strike attacks. Banshee was a spin off of that one actually. Even had an old squad mate in it with me. Anyways, got married after being assigned to a Battle cruiser with a close friend of mine I met in the academy. We'd been through a lot of shit together to put it lightly, I'll love her till I die for good. I got into the Rebirth program with her and had to hear the news she'd been shot right before they put a bullet through my head. Talk about a nightmare, I was stuck with that the whole time I was locked up until I woke up. They told me she was alive when I went through a few therapy sessions. Or rather interrogations but they wont let me see her. They keep telling me to stay put, they'll fetch her, but I know they wont! They shot me and experimented on me because they assumed me 'dead' but didn't want to throw away all my copies and waste good subjects. So they tried out other stuff on me and wouldn't listen to me when I told them to stop. Apparently I was just kinda floating around in the system, didn't make the connection to my body till recently. So why should I trust them? Screw them, I'll find Rin on my own.

Skill: Marcus is an excellent sharp shooter and close combat foot soldier, a field mechanic, and good with a combat knife. He has run and joined in several high profile ops the majority of which have been successes. An improviser and a fast thinker, valuable in the battlefield. Give him a sniper rifle and he'll give you a whatever head you want.

Weakness: A horrible flyer, really just no feel for it. Gets air sick on occasion and has a few rather embarrassing stories on the topic he prefers to keep to himself. Also is a bit more aggressive and volatile then he used to be, more likely to pick a fight over the tiniest things now as a sort of defense mechanism. Paranoid and lost, a bit of a lose cannon. Occasional hallucination when he confused past and present events or people, but they aren't as frequent as they used to be. Also is slightly bipolar, and has mild schizophrenia where he hears and talks to voices in his head. This is a side affect of being without conversation for as long as he was.

Romantic Relations: was married to Rin Monroe at the time of his death.

Description: Stands about 6 foot, long and lean with short dark hair and a crooked smile. More of a brooding expression these days or a flat out angry one. Dark brown eyes and short hair, tanned skin, and a tribal tattoo sleeve he regrets all along one arm. Also has a tattoo of a sand dollar over his heart. Of course his new body was absent these marks when he woke up,but after escaping he got the tattoos redone in an attempt to feel more like himself.


except with a rifle not a pistol.

Rifle he last was familiar with, few models behind now