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Name: William Harper
Aliases: Liam, Crispin Wright
Age: 33
Birthday: June 5th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Planet: Osiris
Allegiance: Neutral
Starting Location: Persephone
Gender: Male
Occupation: Alliance Navy Pilot (Technologist/Engineer)

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Height: 5'10"
Weight: 151 lbs
Build: Wiry
Eyes: Green
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Shanking scars on his back, smaller ones about his arms and hands. Has a ragged scar across his torso, souvenir from a fight that went south.

Personal Style:
Dress is fitting to the circumstances. At present, he is attached to an Alliance ship, and dresses in smart, crisp uniforms of grey and black. If he ever has an opportunity to dress comfortably, he is attired in either utilitarian coveralls (mechanic's wear), or Core World Semi-Casual.

Because of his circumstances, personal style is less of what he likes, and more of what he needs to function quickly, quietly, and efficiently.

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Analytical * Brooding * Confident * Cunning * Honorable (after a fashion) * Mildly Unhinged

Sexuality: Hetero
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:

Liam tends to keep to himself. A fairly quiet man, he chooses words carefully and tries not to over or underspeak. When he does socialize, it is usually to some purpose or another. Conversations thusfar with him are fairly shallow affairs, as he rarely speaks of his own past. He sticks to his work, reads, and researches. History has taught him not to trust anyone, especially people in authority who are in a position to prosper by screwing you over.

If anyone manages to penetrate William's cool exterior, they will see a man of incredible intelligence who has become too accustomed to hardship to trust a sudden burst of generosity or good fortune. He isn't suicidal, but he is a risk taker. Calculated risk taker, mind you. He isn't reckless, nor is he a fool. Sometimes, when presented with a lack of options, he finds a difficult Plan B, is all.

Habits:

• Taps nails
• Sleeps on hard surfaces

Hobbies:

• Baking Cookies

Fears:

• Being found out by the Alliance
• Reavers
• Going back to prison

Likes:

• Flying
• Engines
• Baked Goods
• A Good Bit of Mischief
• Quiet Moments
• His wrench(es)

Dislikes:

• The Alliance
• Prison Food
• Being Bored
• Impolite People
• Lack of Tech
• Being Grounded

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General Skills:

• Pilot
• Astrogation
• Engineer
• Mechanic
• Flyer
• Athletics
• Melee
• Computers
• Gun Combat

Specialty Skills:

• Melee - Bludgeoning Weapons
• Athletics - Endurance
• Gun Combat - Pistols
• Engineer - Technical
• Flyer - Grav

What Is On Your Person:

• Alliance Pilot uniform (Grey / black, high collared jacket and pants, black tactical boots, Sam Browne belt)
• Alliance issue Glock 17
• Two extra clips 9 x 19mm
• Combat Knife
• 36” Adjustable Crescent Wrench (“Lucky Wrench”) with tether
• Alliance Military Ident Card
• Earpiece Microtransmitter
• Ballistic Mesh Body Armor (underneath uniform)

Quarters:

• Alliance Military Regulation documentation
• Spare uniform, full
• Four clips of pistol ammunition
• Clothing, various
• Alternate Alliance Ident Card
• Professional grade personal tool set (Electronic & Mechanical)
• Cortex Terminal (personal electronics suite)
• Crate of various baked goods & preserved fruit

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did:

　　　 Siding with The Alliance was a foregone conclusion, at first. When your home is a core world, and a short term of military service completely pays for your education, you jump at that opportunity. Unfortunately, when you give little mind to a stupid regulation concerning the movement of tech in a Blackout zone and get pinched for espionage, sending you to a penal mining colony in the Halo, little things like “faith in your government” take a backseat. Not to mention the whole debacle with un-terraforming an inhabited planet (Shadow) during the War. Such actions would make one second guess the motivations of a totalitarian regime, regardless of how well they treat their favored citizens.
　　　
History:

Born Crispin Wright of Osiris to a middle class family, our budding anti-hero was raised in the heart of the Central Planets. His family life, while not ideal, was much more stable and privileged than most in the ‘Verse have the opportunity to experience. Crispin had a stunning and curious intellect, one that got him into the best schools on Osiris - an amazing feat in and of itself. Unfortunately, his family didn’t have the monumental resources to fully fund the best education possible.

As it turns out, The Alliance was willing to assist with just this issue, so long as one spends a term of service in the Military. This put off his life plan somewhat, but Crispin couldn’t argue that it was the most expedient method available. He signed his papers and trained to be a pilot. Turns out, he excelled. He ate up knowledge of flying craft, atmospheric and space vessels both. The same predisposition toward tech allowed him to see and feel the abilities and limitations of skybound vehicles. It was simply what he did. He even participated in the first bit of the Unification War, though he doesn’t talk about it much.

School! It paid for school. His brain took in and processed knowledge like a toddler horks back candy, all without the upset stomach and chunk-blowing later. It wasn’t enough to know the theoretical side of it either; Crispin had to get right in there with the practical application of his mechanical and technological knowledges. Most of his free time was spent working with whomever he could, sometimes for free, in fields of structural and civil engineering, ship repair, hardware, and computer programming. Eating up knowledge. Spitting back out stunning technological progress.

Crispin’s life progressed just about as he thought it would after that. Up to a point. On Osiris, they like to know where you are at all times. Certain places, called Blackout Zones, made it difficult for monitoring devices to function. These places are notorious for being the preferred hangouts for criminals and insurgents. Also people who just don’t want to be stared at electronically at all hours. Hypothetically, a man could be found there, speaking with off-world technologists about new and interesting developments. All on the up-and-up, all nice and legal. Except that when you’re in a Blackout Zone with an Independent Engineer, carrying Alliance tech, the authorities get a bit testy.

So testy, in fact, that they hold you on Suspicion of Espionage indefinitely, eventually shipping you off to a Penal Colony mining in the Halo Asteroid Field, all held without formal charges. For over three years. Crispin picked up a series of other skills - survival and painful social skills - during this time. He had no idea what happened to the man with whom he was arrested, and didn’t really care. He knew he was going to die out there, surrounded by black space and cold rock. He grew desperate.

Enter William Harper, a military man who was sent to this place on a three month wristslap, charges being “Conduct Unbecoming an Officer”. The reality of it, from his mouth, was far, far worse. He marked himself as a truly sadistic man whose crimes were covered up by the military, lest they taint his spotless record with anything stronger than Conduct Unbecoming and a reassignment on the other side of the ‘Verse to start over. Crispin saw an opportunity and grabbed it with both hands.

When all was said and done, the Central Files on both men altered. It’s funny what you can accomplish with a head for computers and access to the Alliance Central Mainframe through the prison’s uplink (wasn’t easy). Crispin met with a unfortunate accident. But since he was never there in the first place, it was like he just disappeared. Looking quite different, William left the Halo Prison Colony to continue his life and career piloting for the Alliance. His travel orders had him leaving out of Persephone, acting as Lieutenant and Pilot of the Retribution. Funnily enough, they didn’t seem to mind his little eccentricity, carrying about a massive crescent wrench. Hey, it was his Lucky Wrench, and they were headed toward the Rim. A man needs as much luck as they can get that far from Central.

In truth, William (Liam, to his friends) is looking to exit his situation. He has no love for the Alliance, and feels a little dirty working for the military again. He knows exactly how to play his role, and then some. It is only a matter of time before William Harper finds his opening. That will be a very interesting day.

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Character Quote: “…no sir. On that immediately, sir. Course plotted, we should make atmo in three more hours.”
Theme Song:

Alliance Record:
William Harper: Conduct Unbecoming an Officer (debt paid, reassigned)
Crispin Wright: Suspicion of Espionage (held without formal charge, died in prison)

Anything Else:

Favorite character is Jayne Cobb, though I have a grudging respect for The Operative (from the movie).

Example of a Character Flaw

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