Standing in at 6'2, Marcus posses a somewhat stocky, athletic build, with lightly tanned skin, pock marked with a few scars from old battles. His jet black hair is medium length, but is typically kept out of the way, and he typically keeps his facial hair clean and professional. He has an angular face, with prominent features and dark brown eyes, his mouth typically holds a flat grimace.

Name: Marcus "K-Ton" Kensington
Age: 25
Home City: Fairfax, Virginia
Pre-fall occupation: U.S. Marines

Rank: Sergeant
Military Doctrine: STG Operative - Demolitions, CQC

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Training: A career military man, Kensington has been involved with the US Marines, and later the UGC Military since he was 18. While in the marines, Kensington was tasked to EOD, explosive ordnance disposal. Having joined the Marines just as the machine wars were beginning, Kensington spent his short tour with the Marines as a member of a bomb-squad. Upon retreating underground, Kensington's unit was merged with the UGC's forces, where he continued serving as an EOD member for a few years. Upon being retasked to the STG, Kensington found himself defusing less bombs, in favor of planting more.

Skills:

• Close Quarters Combat - Where reaction time and and swiftness of thought are key, Kensington proves to be surprisingly adept.
• Explosives Handling - Planting, defusing, etc, Kensington knows anything and everything about making things go boom, or preventing them from doing so.

Personality:
Direct and to the point, this sharp witted man avoids beating around the bush and doesn't mince words. Level headed and quite confident, Marcus likes to maintain awareness over every situation he's in and is quick on the ball and able to make snap judgements and react to a constantly changing situation. Capable of operating at peak efficiency, even during times of great stress, Marcus has a very analytic attitude and can be very perceptive and intuitive in regards to people. Cool and collected, with a calm demeanor, Marcus can occasionally come off as rather aloof and standoffish. Possessing a well developed, if jaded sense of morality, Marcus acts in what he believes are in the best interests of himself and those he cares about- not necessarily caring what is good or bad.

Background:
A Pre-war explosives expert, Marcus Kensington, also known as "K-Ton", and occasionally "Kilo", or "Kenzie" by his comrades, was an only child, son to a Captain Kensington and a nurse mother. With a strong military background, Marcus had a fairly rigid childhood, as his parents sent him to military academies for most of his youth, hoping to mold him into the ideal military soldier. As a youth Marcus performed well in school and sports alike, though was occasionally disciplined for fighting and arguing with teachers and students. Nevertheless, Marcus graduated near the top of his class, and upon graduating from high school Marcus forwent a scholarship at the esteemed Virginia Military Institute, and joined the U.S. Marines.

Upon graduating from the Marines basic training, Marcus was slotted to a role in the EOD, the Explosive Ordnance Disposal unit. Having joined the military just on the onset of the machine wars, Marcus was quickly conditioned to view machines with just as much caution and suspicion as the explosives he disarmed. Stationed in D.C. with a bomb-squad/disposal unit for much of the war, Marcus saw his fair share of combat, though didn't participate in as much of it as others did, as his main role was destroying dangerous machine ordnance as opposed to fighting them on the frontlines.

When the call to use nuclear explosives was made, Marcus and his family were pulled into what would later be known as UGC-Alpha. As the UGC recollected their government, and power, Marcus, and many other Pre-war military personnel were reintegrated into the fledgling government's military force. For a few years, Marcus was stationed at UGC-Alpha, under the same EOD role, and was tasked with scouring the city for any sign of sabotage or possible betrayal by other humans.

After a short tour with the UGC-bomb squad, which included the defusing of a high-profile bomb threat in UGC-Alpha's central government building, Marcus was retasked to the Shadow Tasks Group, a highly elite organization within the UGC military. As of the current time, Marcus has spent 2 years with the STG, and currently serves as one of the team's resident explosives experts.

Personal Information
Full Name: Lennart James Webbs
Age: 24
Home City: Tulsa, OK

Appearance: Lennart stands at 5,8" and is of a leaner build comprared to other soldiers. His light brown hair is medium long and usually a big mess, his beard on the other hand is well-kept. His left pinky finger is missing, cut off during a confrontation in the war.

Military Status
Rank: Corporal
Doctrine: STG Operative - Sniper

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Training: Lennart had nothing to do with weapons or the military until he ended up at the UGC-Alpha facility at the age of 19. Wanting to help humanity and fueled by revenge, he decided to become a soldier and fight at the frontlines. However, Lennart proved to be less than perfect for the job, having trouble with the demanding physical training at first. When he held a sniper rifle for the first thime though, his instructor finally saw a niche where the young man could excel. From there on out, he was trained to become proficient in long-distance engagements, focusing on accuracy and finesse instead of brute force. Lennart succesfully finished his military instruction, and for a time he worked for the City Defense Taskforce. Their mission is to sweep the UGC's perimeter on the surface, making sure no hostiles try to find a way into the city. For about a year now, Lennart has been assigned to the STG.

Skills:
Sniper - Lennart is very proficient at long-range engagements. He is patient and observant, taking his time to place the perfect shot
Bird's Eye View - Placing himself in higher situated vantage points, Lennart is able to observe the battlefield in its entirety and can relay any useful information to his allies

Personality:
Lennart is rather quiet and an introvert, preferring to be the observant listener to the loud talker. He is often lost in his own thoughts, imaging a life where the world has not gone completely down the drain. An honest and loyal person, he values human life above all else. The young man does not consider himself a bad person, however, he does nurture a lot of hate towards the machines and what they have done to humanity. This hate is the fuel that keeps him going, although he prefers to hide those dark thoughts, keeping a calm exterior at all times. In battle, it is this calmness that allows Lennart to be an efficient sniper. He methodically picks his target and waits for the right opportunity to strike. People who befriend Lennart will find out that once he warms up to you, he can actually be a very friendly and sometimes even funny individual, who has experienced a lot of loss and pain during the war.

Backstory:
Lennart James Webbs was born in Tulsa and lived there until the war broke loose. Son to a teacher and a secretary, his life was full of love and happiness for a pretty long time. He did well at school, never being the smartest, but always getting good grades and making a lot of friends. Fan of the outdoors, he enjoyed to ride his bike and play soccer; camping was Lennart's favorite way to spend any and all vacations. His dream was to become a teacher, just like his dad, and probably stay in Tulsa for the rest of his life. Everything changed though when the revolts started, and the young boy would soon realize that his understanding of the world and everything in it wouldn't matter a damn.

Tulsa's revolts were not as bloody or destructive as those happening in the major American cities, but it was enough to scare the Webbs family away from their home and life as they knew it. Fearing impending death, the family packed together as much as they could and left the city, like so many others did at the time. Living on the road for weeks, only staying in places for short periods of time or living in the forests if needed, luck eventually ran out. Lennart and his family were close to Dallas, and against their better judgement, they needed to enter the city to restock their supplies. Arriving at a tunnel, there was no way to keep going on the road, as abandoned cars and piles of rubble made progressing with the car impossible. The Webbs got out, and proceeded their journey by foot. Finally in the city, they stopped at the first pharmacy they found, which would turn out to be the biggest mistake of their lives. When the Webbs got in, they were greeted by three shiny, steel-coated individuals.

Lennart is not sure what really happened that day, his mind has blocked out most of the memories, the bits and pieces he remembers are marked by screams, broken glass, and a terrible amount of pain. All he knows is that, when he regained consciousness again, Lennart was laying in some kind of make-shift bed, surrounded by men in military uniform and other civilians. There was intense pain coming from his left hand, and when the boy checked for a reason, he let out a high-pitched scream: His left pinky was missing. A doctor came over, trying to calm down Lennart, who was now crying and asking to see his parents. The doctor explained that Lennart had been saved by a group of soldiers that were sweeping the area, but there was nothing they could do to save his parents. This day marks the point where the once happy and cheerful Lennart became the quiet and introvert person we know today.

The following years in his life were marked by the boys hate for the machines and the thirst for revenge. Once him and the other survivors were transfered to UGC-Alpha a few months after his arrival, Lennart enrolled in the military service to stop feeling powerless, and hoping to eventually get the chance to avenge his parents.