Name: Colin 'Crackshot' Nelson
Gender: M
Age: 22
Appearance: His dark hair and eyes contrast his fair skin, Colin is lean but trim. He has long legs and an endearing, attractive quality to his face. When not in uniform, he wears a vest over a linen shirt, with long, baggy utility pants with many pockets. He wears two red wristbands and a leather belt, with a belt buckle shaped into the Atlantic Federation insignia.

Rank: Private First Class
Class: Scout
Weapons and Equipment:

• Gallian-1
• 3 B-Type M1 Grenades
• Ragnaid

Personality: Crackshot is quick on his feet, within his head, and with his rifle. He finds something to talk about generally, and can sometimes find himself thinking so fast that his words haven't caught up and he trips over them. While this makes social situations sometimes awkward (sometimes it's in his favor, having a wit to match) it's excellent for his role as a scout. He makes decisions fast and shots even faster, retreating before anyone realizes he is there. He has a kind heart that he wears on his sleeve, but he's not above making a joke or two about someone he considers close enough to be a friend.

Bio: Colin's folks were common people living within the Atlantic Federation, right on the brink of the Principality of Gallia. His father was a baker, and his mother oversaw the business. They had three kids, Colin being the middle child. His father would often take his two sons (Colin, and his older brother David) hunting in the mountains. It was good practice, and bonding time for the three Nelson men. His sister tended to stay at the bakery and held their mother hold down the fort during these adventures.

When the war broke out, his parents lost the bakery when they fled from the encroaching warzone. Colin and David decided to enlist, David quickly becoming a field officer while Colin did the best that he could, eventually being witnessed as a quick and fine shot with his rifle during training. He eventually gained the nickname crackshot, for his tendancy to fire accurately with little aiming, though it was also a running joke, since he had very nearly accidentally hit a few allies as well with his lack of observation. He remembered his hunting forays with his family, and eventually grew calmer and more competent, and became an accomplished scout.

RP Sample:
"Now when we get back, you'll need to sweep up the place and spend time with your mother." his father told him. Colin nodded, turned the corner and fired, hitting the bull seye right along the tree almost perfectly. His brother David watched, shaking his head. "Now if that was a wolf, that would have been fine. But that could have easily been your sister." his father said. David took the rifle from Colin, aimed a split second longer, and fired. It hit the bulls eye perfectly. "Take your time..."
Colin scratched the back of his head and sighed. "You're right. I can't help it sometimes" he admitted, giving a nervous chuckle.
"You'll get it" his father said. "I have faith"