Name: Michael Nawlin
Alias: Lucky
Nationality: American
Gender: Male
Age:23
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Height/Build: 6'0'' Swimmer Build
Skin tone/color: Light
Hair color and Style: Dark Brown Crew cut
Eye color: L:Green, R: Blue, AR contacts make both Hazel.
Scars/tattoos/birth-signs: jagged lateral scar across right temple, scarred knuckles, burns across back.
Fashion:
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there last line of defense is a rusty padlock?Personality: Mike is a light-hearted, sarcastic, but loyal individual who places friends before himself. he has walked into burning buildings without regret to save friends and complete strangers. he moans about it time to time, but he'd do it again.
Biography: born in a long line of firefighters, paramedics, and cops, the Nawlin line had served in nearly every facet of emergency response and mike was groomed accordingly. between his dads push to be a paramedic, and his moms to become an officer, mike would often look up to his older brother David. having dealt with the same issues growing up, David would find some way to extricate mike from the claustrophobic argument, and looked out for him. to mike, David was his idol, his stories and videos from volunteering for the fire department would leave him awestruck. How could someone stand in front of something that devours everything it touches without exception. wood to cinders, bone to ash, metal warping and glass melting. to mike it was unfathomable. A man with a gun could be reasoned with or shot, a crazed patient could be sedated or restrained, but fire... Fire could only be doused with water, and choked by foam while brave, possibly insane individuals armed with air tanks and nomex lined suits attempted to wade into the belly of the beast to rescue those most would already deem lost. The only answer David gave mike why they did what they did, confused mike for a long time. "Because no one else will"
Mike learned the what he meant when he volunteered for Engine company 13, commonly called "lucky company" in an effort to ward off bad luck, but mostly as a joke. it had been a lazy winter day and most of the time was spent joking around while mike made dinner for the group. the short peace was ruined by a blaring klaxon and the collective shouts of the crew. this is what they trained for, the minuets of chaos interspaced with hours of boredom. mike ran to the bay and threw on his turnouts and yanked on his boots before grabbing a helmet and climbing into the cab. the race to the fire didn't seem fast, but the several ton water-tender stampeded down the streets bellowing its challenge to the other vehicles as the crew joked weakly to hide their anxiety. the call was for a residential fire, standard procedure.
The plan was simple, mike and David on medical duty while the others dealt with the fire. that changed when they turned the corner to see a crowd on frantic neighbors. the half-hearted jokes came to a dead stop as the trucks doors opened and the crew stepped out before the horrid spectacle. a two story building was rapidly being devoured as the family huddled in a window, screaming for help. mike sidestepped awkwardly as 2 men with the main hose started a fog and advanced on the flames. the chief hollered for the ladder to get in position and for a moment mike thought it might work, until the ladders hydraulics failed.
the flames were too hot for the backup fiberglass, the only other way would be to risk the house. the firefighter mantra found its way to his mouth. "risk little to save little, risk allot to save allot." he muttered, dropping the med kit and stepping forward, he finally understood what David said. he turned to yell for David to follow and caught a sucker punch the sent him reeling, his helmet flying, and his head giving a steel mailbox a fond hello. blearily he watched as his brother shouted an apology and dove into the flames. a heart stopping couple of minutes later the family turned away from the window and sobbed happily David had made it. mike dizzily rose and stumbled forward, one of the crew grabbed his shoulder and hauled him back, shouting at him to fall back. that was when he finally heard the groaning from the house, his chest grew cold.
"David, Get out of there!" the chief yelled into the radio. mike struggled against the hands the wrapped around his chest. "DAVID!" he yelled, seeing the bobbing flashlight and the glare of a face mask. he was almost there, just a few more seconds. then with a groan and a deafening crack, the entire front of the house caved, showing everyone with sparks and cinders. stunned the crew leapt to action. the two on the hose began flooding the rubble as mike grabbed a halligan throwing himself into the pile, digging and shifting for all he was worth. it wasn't enough.
from that day forward, mike chose his field. he dove into his studies, earning a job as a fire side paramedic. in his 20th year he was responding to another house fire, this was reported as arson. wary, but undaunted, the crew rolled onto the scene, and set up. mike grabbed his entry gear as the crew started on the flames. once the fire had died down enough he ducked into the pyre. immediately something wasn't right. the door was heavy steel, the interior was bland, and blood streaked into the back of the house. mike let out a grunt as his foot slid from under him, and he fell to his side. the fire glinted from several spent shell casings.
"Chief, call the PD, scene is unsafe." mike said into his radio as he crept deeper into the house. a few moments later, mike grew concerned. his crew hadn't answered and he couldn't hear the water, fear and logic told him to bail and regroup. ignoring that he continued on, finally coming across the two forms, one clearly dead from numerous shots, the other pointed a gun in mikes face. the survivor was bleeding badly, mike would have to work quick and dirty to get them out. "whoa, relax, I'm here to get you out" mike said dropping his fire ax. "we don't really have time for a standoff."
the man grunted and dropped the gun, "you poor bastard" he murmured before passing out. "
"I got a survivor, not sure what happened." mike said into the radio. "some kind of fight, I'm heading out" mike grunted as he hauled the man up into a shoulder carry and stopped a moment to pick up the file he had been guarding. he didn't know what it was, but if the guy was going to sit in a burning building with it, it had some importance. upon extraction from the house he found the area cordoned off, and several helicopters whirling overhead. "Chief, give me a hand here!" he yelled only to be grabbed by 2 swat agents, another group taking the injured man, and a last picking up the scorched file. mike struggled against their grip as the man with the file looked it over, and slid it into his coat.
"Mr. Nawlin, your coming with us." he said, slate eyes unyielding. it wasn't a request. three days of questioning later mike was tired, angry, but undefeated. they kept asking his name, why he was there, what he knew about the man he rescued. he told them the same thing. mike Nawlin, he was a fireman, and that he was there. that was it. in the end they slapped a heavy manila file on the table, pictures of him slid all over the table. pictures of him at the gun range, pictures of him helping backboard a patient, pictures of him picking a lock to an abandoned warehouse. pictures of him with his brother.
"take a look, we've been watching you for some time. you're top of your class, high PT score, loyal, bend the rules time to time, but generally on the level. but." the lady said behind the lamp glare paused and set the singed file he saved on the table. "you've seen this, maybe the documents, maybe not. we can't take any chances." she said. "so ill make you a deal. work for us 2 months a year, and keep your mouth shut, and you can go about your normal life."
"and if I don't?" mike asked.
"the voice continued. "it won't come to that, you'll see we want the same thing, you will have some time to decide."
2 days later mike was sworn into the program and began his training as a sleeper.
Civilian Specialization/Job: Fire Fighter/Paramedic
Combat Specialization: rapid infiltration/extraction,
Weapons and ammo:
Mini14 bull pup 5-30 round magazines 10mm compact pistol, 40sw compatable.5- 12 round magazines Tanto trench knife holdout folding knifeEquipment:
Seagrave Axe Basic Rescue Medkit
Standard issue is:
-Augmented reality system. The UN prefers agents wear the contact lens version of these for conceal ability however for agents who refuse these AR is available in numerous designs of eyewear.
-Bivi bag. An enclosed, waterproof sleeping bag designed for sleeping outdoors unsheltered. This one comes with a second removable layer of insulation to allow adaptability to different climates. When the bag is closed an integrated mini-tent at head level provides some headroom.
-Coms set/camera. This is usually head mounted in a discreet manner such as a Bluetooth style headset or similar and is the primary means of communication with the groups handler as well as between characters when out of hearing range. The camera's mounted within transmit images to the handler and can be made to take a still for later use at the click of a button. The headset can also be used to transmit images into the AR system by the handler.
-A 40 liter rucksack with chest and waist straps. These come in various colors, shapes and styles to avoid operatives looking too uniform and help them blend in. They are usually rugged and waterproof.(Customize to taste. May be replaced with a bigger or a smaller one as desired but be sure you can carry what you have.).
-Rations. Enough food to last four days used sparingly.
Gadgets:
Sonar/infrared detection Gloves, originally designed to assist rescue crews find trapped victims and navigate rubble. the sensors in the gloves can detect sound and temperature through walls and doors giving a vague diagram of the room up to 10m from point of contact. voices and footsteps depending on distance also register, within 2m footsteps will have a marked location within 30cm of actual origin, and growing less accurate from there, any audible voices within the 10m radius will be marked within 2 of actual origin.
