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Name: Alastair 'Jock' Gordon

Age: 42

Appearance: 6' 2” in height, on the healthy side of weight – more muscle than fat – this man is every bit the consummate soldier; straight-backed at all times, two blue eyes peering out from beneath brows of deep brown, hair of the same colour cut short on his head, his thin lips like a slit across his otherwise average features (though rather gaunt and pointed, high cheekbones and ears that would not stick out so much if covered by hair), his entire body is like an upside down triangle. Broad shoulders tapper down into a narrower waist, firm legs holding him upright on most terrain and allowing for speed of movement, his entire torso a bundle of lean muscle and whip-fast motion.

Usually he can be seen dressed in whatever he needs for his mission(s), but it is always immaculately clean and pressed, anything from a hoodie and jeans to a kevlar vest and black cargo trousers – it changes day by day.

He has no cybernetics, for he has no need of them.

Nation of Birth: Greenock, Scotland

Codename: Claymore

Personality Traits: Alistair is pretty much as dour as a they come, a grimly efficient killer who is rather out of touch when it comes to person-to-person interaction. Although this does result in rather stilted conversation, those that can come close enough to befriend him will find that there is much more to the brooding Scotsman than a tactical mind and a quick trigger finger. In the field, however, he is both of these things, his training taking immediate effect and turning him from a stoic observer to an even more unemotional reaper of bodies. In short, he is obstinate and reflective, strategically minded but often quiet on most subjects, speaking up only when he knows he has something to contribute.

Short Backstory

- Born in Greenock, Scotland, to a nurse mother and a bricklaying father in 1985. Has three brothers and a sister.

- Has an average school 'career', gets bullied and bullies back, leaves school at sixteen (2001) with passable grades; what his teachers don't know is that he is, in fact, quite bright and could easily have done better.

- Only a couple of months later, ignoring an offer of a job from his father, he applies for the Royal Marines and passes the entry exam with flying colours. Thirty-two weeks of basic training pass, many failing and dropping out, but Alastair clinging on, in this time he learns any number of skills that should serve him well in the future – from navigation and survival training, to amphibious assault and mountain combat.

- After completing his basic training, and passing out some time after his seventeenth birthday, he went on to specialise as a General Duties Marine or GD with 42 (Four-Two) Commando. In this role as a basic Commando he was sent on tours of duty firstly to Oman, and then to Afghanistan where he remained until 2003 before being sent to Iraq as part of Operation Telic, taking part in numerous operations and actions within Iraq.

- Since returning from Iraq in 2005 he went on to see combat in numerous theatres around the world, plying his trade for almost twenty-three years. In this time he was selected for the role of a Swimmer Canoeist, passing the rigorous and sometimes life threatening the UK Special Forces Selection Course to become part of the rarely heard of Special Boat Service.

- By the time the Angel Protocols were bought into play, he had already discharged himself from the service – which was not financially beneficial in a world that seemed to be collapsing in on itself – and set himself up as a freelance gun-for-hire. In this capacity he took on operations across the globe, from China to Russia, and even the United States during the uprisings.

- Now forty-two years old, and with a solid twenty-six years of soldiering behind him, including Special Forces operations, Alastair is once more an open contract ready to be signed. Devil or not, at least he gets paid!

Skills:

- CQB (Close Quarters Battle, includes room-clearing and weapons handling) (2 Points)

- Parachuting (HALO, HAHO etc) (1 Point)

- Camo and Concealment (1 Point)

- Arctic, Mountain and Jungle Warfare (2 Points)

- Amphibious Assault (1 Point)

- Diving (1 Point)

Loadout:

- C8 SFW Carbine (L119A1) with suppressor, ELCAN optics, and underslung M203 grenade launcher (3 Points)

- Sig Sauer P226R Pistol (L105A2) with extended mag and rail, allows attachments such as a torch or laser (1 Point)

- Fairbairn–Sykes fighting knife and sheath (1 Point)

- 2x (L109A1) HE Fragmentation Grenade (1 Point)

- 2x L84 White phosphorus (WP) grenades (1 Point)

- VIRTUS tactical vest and load carrying equipment (2 Points)

Name: Anthony Bellomi

Age: 26

Appearance: Anthony is handsome Italian man, not falling short of the promise of his surname. He stands tall at 6'2, but not towering as some other titans in his profession. His bone structure is strong, with prominent cheekbones and concave cheeks leading to a pointed jaw. His hair is a light brown that grows blond after overexposure to sunlight. Usually, his facial hair is kept to an even stubble. His eyes hold that twinkle that make him look younger than his actual age.

Nation of Birth: U.S.A.

Codename: Specter

Personality Traits: A loudmouth and braggart, Anthony is a hopeless flirt and womanizer. He often makes fun of his fellow Devils, pushing as many buttons as possible. While his personality leaves much to be desired, he's entirely professional when on assignment, only allowing the occasional quip or two to slip if he finds a one liner that can't be passed up.

Short Backstory: Anthony lived in the Bronx when the fighting reached its apex and entered his hallowed Big Apple. He lived with nonno and nanna, only 18 and without parents. Fresh out of high school, Anthony was courting the idea of joining the USA's military forces as well as his high school sweetheart, Angela. She'd been on a vacation with her family in Florida when the LSRA's rioting had reached her. She'd been killed by an IED, the result of a clash between PMCs and the LSRA. She was one victim in a large number of peoplekilled that day. This clinched it for Anthony and he signed up the next day. He had an illustrious career and was eventually a ghost in the military, making to the top of the top; the Combined Application Group. However, the lack of oversight was now obvious within the chain of command and he noticed the growing corruption.

With the last foundation of his life proven false, Anthony turned to making his own fortune with the skills he'd gained from his service. Once his deployment was up, he opted out of another tour and joined the wave of mercenaries now flooding the underground. Anthony noticed his competition was steep, as many had black market upgrades that his talent just couldn't keep up with. After a few risky assignments with rather risky employers, he had the small fortune needed to stay in the game.

Skillset:
CqC training - 2
Explosives training- 1
Recon training- 1
Crackshot- 2
Cybernetic Eyes- 2
Allows Anthony to tag and track enemies and their distance, thermal imaging to provide an inside look into hot zones, and limited telescopic functionality
Autonomous Ballistics Calculator- 2 points
Known as the ABC, this augmentation highlights the intended target and allows the computer to do the legwork on the calculations, allowing Anthony to assess the situation while the computer lines the best shot. This enhancement works in tandem with his eye augmentations, showing the readouts in real time on the edge of his vision.

Loadout:
Colt 1911: Extended mags, suppressor - 2 points
"Tracker" Tactical Bowie- 1 point
Remington MSR .338: AP rounds, elongated barrel- 3 points
Semtex (timer or dead-man switch)- 2 points
Tear gas- 1 point
Smoke grenades- 1 point

Name: Miguel Coelho
Age: 34
Appearence: In armor: se.pinterest.com/pin/299559812684007200
Outside armor: digital-art-gallery.com/oid/9/640x360_..
Miguel stands 5'8. Not the most imposing stature, he is none the less built like a like a fridge. With the shoulders of a linebacker, and eyes that stare right trough you, he make most people take a step back. His right face is horribly marred, with deep scores running from a mauled ear to the very start of his mouth and the nostrils of his mouth.

Nation of Birth: Brazil
Codename: Armored Cheetah
Personality Traits: Wild and Intense, Miguel is a a live for the moment kind of guy. A survivor of years of conflict, he has grown a sort of terrifying apathy not to death, but the futility of war. All he knows is to fight, he enjoys that he is good at it and the adrenaline of a breach and clear is like a drug to him.

Short Backstory: Born on the streets of Rio De Janeiro, Miguel is a product of a broken system. Lived on the streets his entire life, he grew up with violance and abuse around every corner. He lived in one of the roughest slums in the world, and to survive he ran with a gang. Much like many others, he got to see first hand the brutal reality of Gangs fighting BOPE, the elite police force that was tasked with breaking up the Favela gangs operations. He grew up fighting these people eventually. However, he knew he would not survive for long, and managed trough some luck and contacts, get away from their before he became a real target. He relocated to the northern borders and met a armyrecruiter who suggested he'd join.

The army wasn't to bad an experience for him at first. It gave him a purpose. He allready knew how to wield a gun since he was 12, and he was a physically fit young man. War however, turned out to be something else entirely. He had experienced death before, and he had seen police nad gangs kill one another. He had killed before. But war was different beast. The conflict between Brazil and Venezuela spread and several months of tension was unleashed as PMC and National forces on both sides clashed. By the end Brazil was victorius. But Miguels time in the miltary was coming to a end. His legt leg was severed at the foot by a IED, and his left side of the face was severely marred. Miguel found himself hospitalized, and in need of prostethics he could not ever afford. Around this time BOPE showed up, and recruited him. They would help bankroll his medical bills, in turn he would help them retake the Favelas from his former mates. He agreed. He found himself a another war, and found that all he knew how to do, was to fight.

7 years have passed since then, and now Miguel is a Devil. His legs are artifical, changed several times as he wore out the old, shoddy mechjobs His friends within both the gangs and BOPE have all died or left for Devil work themselves, and he finds it increasingly difficult to keep himself from staying out of conflicts.

Skillset:
-”Cheetah V.1” Bionic legs are expensive, and blackmarket jobs tend to end badly. Miguel spent alot of money to fix his legs after the shoddy job his ”doctor” had made. The Cheetah V.1 is a outdated model touched up to try and compete with state of the art. It doesn't come close. But it does allow him to comfortly sprint faster and jump farther. Like with all machinery, and not being a offical model, they can break and finding parts can be exceedinly difficult. (4 points.)

-”Exo-Interface Plug In” A must have if you are to rock any armor using more advanced tech. The plug basicly copies nerve input and feed it into your suit. Allowing you a more immediete response. (2 points)

CQB training. (1)
Miguel is experienced when it comes to close up, urban warfare above all else. Going trough alleys and from room to room.
Explosives Training. (1)
Sharp Reflexes (1)
Unflinching (1)

Loadout:
SRM Arms Model 1260: A continuation of the Model 1216, the 1260 is a automatic shotgun that's grown very popular with devils. Exellent for breaching locks and clearing rooms, its a natural fit with Miguel. The 1260 can fire a range of different ammunition, including special grenades if need be. (3)

Two Baretta 1911 (2). He rarely use both at once. He will if he is feeling like supression is needed. Otherwise he simply enjoy having a extra incase one for some reason jam or stop operating properly.

Raider V2 Bodyarmor: While not a exosuit like that of the really rich, the Raider V2 is a mechanically aided, heavy armor suit that incorperates super hardened polymers with Kevlar protecting most areas. The suit protects up to the neck and comes with a fully covering helmet with a special polymer and steel visor. He see the world trough three cameras unless he . The obvious down side is that cameras don't hold up to regular eyesight, cameras can be destroyed and render him basically blind. Maintaining it is expensive, the polymer and kevlar can only take so much. Its not there to withstand bullets in any long term. Its there save his ass in case he has to take a shotgun to the chest or get caught out in a bad breach.

While a bit on the heavy side, it is not enough to hinder Miguels bionic legs the same way it would a normal, fully human soldier. (5 points)

Darcy Jeanette Mercier, or Magpie as she would later become known, was the eldest daughter of three, the children of second-generation French immigrants living in South Africa. She was an intelligent woman, even in her youth, but often too rebellious for her parents and teachers to handle. Darcy was rowdy and chaotic, a free spirit that seemed determined to break every rule she found. In an attempt to drill some discipline into the young girl, from her early teenage years she was educated at a military boarding school, which tried its best to batter and break her disobedient streak. It did not, but something about the military life clicked with Darcy though and she stuck with it, eventually joining the military upon her graduation.

It was during this time that Darcy met four of her closest friends. The five of them were almost inseparable, and after three years in the army together, they realised they were only still there because of their friendship. They were sick of patrolling borders, getting into rows with the locals, and putting up with bureaucratic bullshit. The government didn’t seem to care that half a dozen new wars broke out every year and thousands were dying because of it. If they were going to make a change in the world they needed the freedom to make their own choices… and so it was decided that the five of them would leave the South African military as deserters, take off into the wilds north, and become independent freedom fighters and protectors of the people who needed help most. Darcy did not feel so strongly about her friends’ decision, but she would have gone to the ends of the Earth with them, and so followed in their footsteps.

To represent their newfound freedom they took inspiration from birds and they called themselves the Corvidae Rangers, and later took up names to further reinforce the theme. Their real names were no longer important; they were now Crow, Raven, Jackdaw, and Jay. Darcy took up the name Magpie, thinking it appropriate as she was the group’s primary spotter, and the Rangers set about their new life. Although Magpie had long been friends with her four fellow mercenaries, she grew to love Crow, the sniper whom she acted as spotter to, over time, and a relationship blossomed between them. It was not glamorous new life, but it was exciting enough to satisfy Magpie, and by the end of their second year they had killed a dozen would-be warlords and drug lords in Central and Eastern Africa, and their troupe became something of local legends. They survived off of the gear they stole from their foes and the gifts given to them from those they had helped, and scraped just enough to get by.

Or so the rest of the Rangers thought. Magpie knew that it was not nearly enough for them to survive on, and every day was a struggle for survival. Lack of food, medicine, and the constant threat of raiders and military forces made life dangerous. The Rangers needed protection and resources, which the Chinese presence in eastern Africa could provide. Magpie offered them a deal; in exchange for information and taking up the occasional job that gave the Chinese zero accountability, the Rangers would receive the resources and protection they needed. Magpie’s friends would never accept if they knew, and so she kept it a secret. It was good for a while, but it did not last. Maybe a mission had gone wrong, of the Rangers had targeted something they should not have. Maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe the Chinese simply stopped needing their help. The town they were staying at went up in flames and gunfire, beset from all sides by Chinese forces

Magpie had been just outside of town when it happened, but ran as quickly as she could to investigate when she started to see smoke. She reached the top of a tall hill just overlooking the small town, and watched as the town burned. She brought her rifle up and peered down the scope of the gun… she could see her friends. Her Rangers, fighting, surrounded, but still alive. She fired her rifle, bringing down two Chinese soldiers in just as many shots, giving her friends a little more breathing room. There was no time to run and meet them, and so she covered them from where she was most affective; afar.

The fighting was fierce, and while civilians ran and fled or were cut down by gunfire, the local militia fought bravely with the Rangers at the helm… but there were too many of them. Magpie saw Raven fall first. The crazy bastard threw himself on a grenade to shield his twin sister, Jay. He loved her beyond all else, and would have wanted to go out protecting her. Jay screamed for her brother for what seemed like hours, but it was only a second before a Chinese soldier drove a knife throw her spine. Magpie fired a shot through the soldier’s head, killing him in an instant, but it was too late; Jay was dead.

Jackdaw was almost oblivious to this, already overtaken by a battlerage. Hefting his machine gun he stepped out from cover fearlessly, clad in the heavy, expensive armour that he fawned over so much. Magpie tried to cover him, firing round after round at those that shot at him, but it was all too much. Jackdaw was tough, and Magpie had seen the man shot, burned, and skewered, only to get back up and beat his attacker to death with his own fists. He might have survived this too, but when he saw Raven and Jay… Magpie had never seen him freeze up like that. He was gone a moment later, but Magpie never saw it. Tears had long since clouded her vision, and she could barely see down the scope of her rifle.

Crow was the last to die, and was the death that tore at Magpie’s heart the most. She had loved the man, more than she had ever liked to admit, but he made her proud to see how fiercely he fought. He took a bullet to the shoulder, the arm, and the back of his right leg, but it was not until he was shot through the left knee that he was finally brought to the ground. He fired, taking out almost a dozen soldiers before he was finally captured and beaten by them. They picked him up and dragged him away for “questioning”, the common euphemism for relentless, brutal torture. The Rangers knew how dangerous their life was, and knew that that kind of torture was worse than death. There was no way she could save him, and they had a deal. For his sake, she would carry through with her side of that deal.

She fired a single shot into Crow’s chest and saw his body go limp, and then the world fell painfully silent… She wanted to just lie there and waste away, but when she heard the harsh voices of Chinese soldiers who had come to investigate the mysterious gunfire, she pulled herself back, grabbed her things and ran. Her friends had made their sacrifice; the least she could do is survive and honour their memory. She fled Africa, finding no comfort in the familiarity of it all, and eventually came into contact with the Devils for Hire. Her skillset was limited, albeit refined for her age, and she slowly found herself settling into the organisation as a Devil. It was a rough initiation, and while relatively new, she is slowly proving herself as a skilled member.