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[i][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D-GU4jvSvz4]"I don't envy you Doc, triage is never easy."[/url][/i][/center]


[b]Name:[/b] OM-2468


[b]Alias(s):[/b]
Oscar Mike

[b]Age:[/b]
26

[b]Height:[/b]
6'2

[b]Weight:[/b]  
215 lbs.

[b]Hair Color:[/b]
Dirty Blonde, Buzz cut

[b]Eye Color:[/b]
Right eye green and left eye pale blue, injury induced heterochromia

[b]Race:[/b]
Human, Clone

[b]Job Role:[/b]
S.W.O.R.D. - Recon Specialist

[b]Physical Appearance:[/b]
Oscar Mike has fairly pale skin, more of a product of prolonged use of his combat armor than anything else. There are a multitude of scars covering his body, you name it and he's probably got it. Slashes, burns, bullets, and stabs. He even has a bite somewhere from an unrelated accident involving vodka, whiskey, and barbeque sauce. Being what he is Oscar Mike has a toned, well built body that has gotten him laid more times than once. His face is rough and angular with several scars marring its surface. The most notable is a vertical slash that begins just to the side of the right nostril and slides all the way down past the lips and stops just at the bend of the chin. The second is a rough scar that marks the scrape of a bullet just to the side of the left eye, travels along the skull and clips the top of the left ear.

[b]Attire:[/b]
Besides the UPR-RDC Combat Armor, Oscar Mike wears basic military fatigues. The cargo pants are dark green while the simple t-shirt is a lighter, almost grey shade. All topped off with combat boots and dog tags that read "SLAG ME" instead of any identification.


[b]Personality:[/b]
As far as everyone knows he's cool headed soldier with a knack for nicknames and keeping collected under fire. A paragon of military bravado and humble masculinity to any and all would be S.W.O.R.D. applicants. However the truth is he holds very low self esteem, thinking himself more as a product and then a person. While others worked and sacrificed for their skills he just popped out of the oven, gun in hand and pushed onto the front lines where he saw himself die hundreds upon of hundreds of times as the Brass kept putting meat into the grinder. He is damaged goods, shoved aside when his skills were no longer needed. But nobody needs to know that.

[b]Weapons & Equipment:[/b]
[i]UPR-AR7 Assault Rifle[/i]: A versatile weapon, effective at close and medium ranges. Ammo created through a digistruct module with a reload cooldown of about one and a quarter seconds. Attachments include a standard issue Peacekeeper scope, flashlight, and a single shot grenade launcher or "Noob Tube".

[i]UPR-RDC Combat Armor:[/i] Standard issue Peacekeeper recon armor. Protects vital bits and doesn't restrict movement. Comes equipped with a basic heads up display, monitoring vitals, managing equipment cooldowns, basic movement radar, and quest updates. Now with 50% less combat fatigue

[i]Stealth Generator:[/i] A cloaking device that obscures Oscar Mike from both visual and radar protection for 9 seconds, firing weapons breaks the effect.

[i]Long Range Radio Pack:[/i] Once able to call in fiery death from above, now reduced to a basic radio. Useful nonetheless.

[b]Ability:[/b]
[i]I was [b]MADE[/b] for this:[/i] Oscar Mike was created from the DNA of one of the best soldiers ever known, [CLASSIFIED]. As such he came out of the growth tube a paragon of human physical potential, along with some small adjustments. Instead of memories of scraped knees on the farmstead or nights of passion before a deployment, Oscar Mike was filled with combat tactics and how to kill a man in any given environment with anything on hand or [i]with[/i] his hands. Fairly screwed up "childhood" in all honesty.

[i]The long war:[/i] Expecting a much, much longer war the Peacekeepers created Oscar Mike with biological immortality. This makes him immune to the wasting effects of time and prevents his death from its passage.

[i]Never saw it coming:[/i] A recon specialist in the war, Oscar Mike makes little to no noise when he is scoping out an area.

[i]Broken Nerves:[/i] Oscar Mike is so emotionally damaged that he doesn't actually feel fear, something many mistakenly believe as a natural coolness under fire.

[b]Brief History:[/b]
Once upon a time there was a war in the stars, a war so brutal and terrible that one side was grinding more bodies then they could throw at the problem. Then came along the miracle cloning. Now instead of the troublesome process of "recruiting" and "training" poor chumps to throw away, the Peacekeepers could now just push a button and BLAM a regiment of soldiers ready to go! The battle turned into the Peacekeepers favor, they were taking back lost ground and even on the edge of a win before the other guys made their own clones and everything came to a blood soaked stand still. After three more years of this a peace treaty was created and with a flick of a switch every clone made had its "just in case" cranial bomb triggered, all but one who was saved by a stray bullet an hour before. When young Oscar Mike awoke, he was all alone.

Fast forward a decade and young Oscar Mike wasn't so young anymore and in fact, didn't even exist officially. Which in the grand scheme of things, was quite all right for him. Things were looking good for Oscar Mike, he had a good house, a steady job, and food that wasn't a nutrient condensed brick. However as the saying goes, good things never last and Oscar Mike found himself tragically repeating the past.

[b]Relationships:[/b]
Will add in time.
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