Age: 33

Gender: Male

Role: Anselmo Ranger

Skills:

• Survivalist
  - Trained and well versed in surviving and making the most of the land and what it provides beyond the walls, including hunting, catching, and cooking game, navigating the Wild World, and Scavenging useful scraps to make simple tools for fires, cooking, and makeshift weapons.
• Marksman
  - Jake has his niche, it's not assault rifles, shotguns, and heavy weaponry, but weapons that fire with the squeeze of the trigger. His skill lies with sniper rifles and DMRs leaving him with an array of semi-automatic skill.
• Gunslinger
  - With an affinity for sidearms, Jake is a crack shot with a variety of pistols. Though he's still best with his Armasta 47.
• Dexterous
  - Jake is fast on his feet and and a match with his arms. Reacting quick and relying more on speed than strength to overcome obstacles and solve his problems.
• Demolitionist
  - Using bombs is so easy any man could do it, but making the most out of a limited supply is what makes a Demolitionist. Jake can make very damaging and dangerous explosions if given enough time to set it up right.
• Pilot
  - Jake has quiet a bit of flight time under his belt from his days of being a pilot for the Anselmo Armored Divison. While not a flying ace versed with all methods of aircraft, he can pilot most standard Anselmo aircraft with relative ease.

Equipment:

• M-38 Modular Marksman Rifle [+]

  
  - Designed with versatility in mind, the M-38 has a break away barrel that folds down on the weapon converting it from a high powered sniper rifle to a more rapid rifle semi-automatic DMR with less stopping power, but more refire capability.
• Armasta 47 'Light Sidearm' [+]

  
  - Designed with rapid fire, low recoil, high magazine capacity from the under-barrel magazine, and acceptable stopping power in mind this sidearm makes a perfect backup weapon for sustaining a fight, if only at close ranges.
• Combat Survivalist's Knife
  - Nothing too particularly special as far as survival knives go. Keeping a sharp edge, notched back, flint pommel, and a wedge cross guard ready to help one survive in the wild.
• D78-HEC Remote Explosive Packs (12)
  - High explosive, emplaceable or throwable, these packs are designed for causing extreme damage in a small space, usually for demolition or armored asset destruction.
• Survivor's Cloak
  - More or less a layered cloak with a variety of patch work swaths on it to add a minor semblance of camouflage for all terrains. While not superb in any one environment it offers moderate environmental protection and concealment in most terrains.

Appearance: A rugged man in a rugged world. Jake stands at about 6' 1'', maintaining a toned and lithe figure from a life spent on the run. More dexterous than strong he has signs of when his dexterity failed him, granting scars and scrapes all across his body. His brown unkempt hair with his growing facial hair give a hint at his priorities, expressing a greater concern for survival than having a clean shaven mug.

Usually wearing light clothing and similar padding, he keeps his padded leather jacket on him at all times as it keeps him quick and comfortable through the Wild World. His tactical harness fits snug against his body to ensure that his weapons, ammo, and supplies are always within easy reach. Finally are his special goggles that often stay on his forehead, but come down should the weather get too riled up. What makes them special? They have an adjustable tint that allows them to go from clear to tinted at the push of a button.

Background: Jake grew up within the wall of Anselmo, specifically the Civil District. Attending proper school and keeping well away from the walls of the city Jake was destined for a life inside the city, working a safe job and making a well living in doing so. However, his fate dwelled beyond the walls and when he was twelve and on a venture to the Military District he saw all the Rangers and Guardians moving about, busy and working with a guided goal in mind. To him this was something worth his time especially because it was all for a new world, one where they wouldn't need to move and run around to fight against monsters. Their goal was a world of peace and harmony; a truly free world.

When Jake turned 18 and was of an age to enlist with the Anselmo Military he went to the Military Academy, learning to fly above the dangerous Wild World below him in order to deliver supplies and transport Expedition Teams. It was a job that he loved as it made him feel like he was making a real difference in the fight against the monsters.

Once again though, fate stepped in to change Jake's life forever and this time it was a change by fire. Jake had been called to an outpost under siege in order to evacuate the citizens to safety. It wasn't his first time flying in a danger zone, but this time was different.

On his second trip he landed his helicopter inside the outpost that was quickly falling apart. The defenses were failing and Jake knew that this was going to be his last trip. Making the choice to pack his heli past it's weight limit and over capacity he wanted to get as many innocents out as he could before the outpost became ash.

Taking off and making flight just as the defenses fell he watched with all of those escaping with him as fire, fangs, and claws overran the outpost. It was a bloodbath and there was no way anyone could survive it. Not with that many mouths running around. Yet the worst was still to come...

Due to his helicopter being past it's weight limit he couldn't get the altitude he needed to maintain a safe distance from the ground and halfway back to Anselmo several monsters took notice of this. Leaping from the tall trees to slash and snap at the copter they tore at it's underbelly and latched onto the tail, severing it and sending the helicopter into a wild spin towards the ground. Jake tried to guide the impact down, but that was impossible. The crash was cushioned by the cracking branches and let the hull of the helicopter land mostly intact. However, as Jake looked around through foggy and dazed eyes he quickly found that he was trapped in the wreck of his copter. All he could do was watch as the monster descended upon the survivors, plucking them up like wounded prey to rip apart and devour alive. The blood and screaming changed him for the worse, scarring his mind and making him understand the truth of what the world was like, wild, brutal, and cruel.

Just as one of the monsters had noticed Jake was still breathing and it descended on him, trying to reach and claw through the twisted metal of the helicopter a thunderous roar came over the white noise of gnashing teeth and scrapping claws. The hail of bullets peppered the monsters, clearing the way for the advancing Rangers sent to recover the downed heli. After the fight Jake found that he was one of four survivors. That meant the other 47 perished either in the crash or from the monsters.

Upon returning to Anselmo Jake was told how it wasn't his fault, how he was trying to save people, and how it couldn't be avoided. Yet Jake knew the truth, he could've saved more lives by just leaving a few behind, listening to the weight limits, and knowing the limits of his craft. Now due to his choice 47 people died, most of whom were noncombatants.

When the choice to return to the skies came up Jake declined, instead taking up the mantle of a Ranger and learning the art of a Marksman. If he couldn't help people by running supplies and troops being be a troop making a real difference on the front lines. After all the only way to make a difference and move towards the dream of a peaceful life was to fight for it tooth and nail; to give all you have in the hopes of making a real difference. It's that hope that let Jake not give up and grow past his mistake. After all if you can't keep your head high then you've already been defeated and you'll never find your peace.

As the years passed on and Jake went on expedition after expedition he became adapted to the Wild World and it became his second home. Sure it wasn't easy at first but it grows on you and after several years of it he was labeled a Veteran Ranger as most can't make it more than 5 years as a Ranger without getting killed, yet Jake managed it. All the while keeping hope in his heart that one day he'd find that peaceful world he always dreamed of.

Other: Jake cares for his rifle like it was his own child and treats it with as much respect he would a Human being. Also a bit of a recovering smoker, still lighting up from time to time for a familiar fix.

Wish: Jake wishes for a normal life. One worth living and one without fear of bloodthirsty monsters, savage Wild Ones, or massive Leviathans. A life of peace.

Trauma: The faces and the lost lives of the refugees Jake failed to save during that fateful crash still haunt him to this day.

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Name:Isis
Age: 25

Appearance:Standing at 1,74m, Isis has a shoulder length, blonde hair, and a very delicate and beautiful face. Her body, although slim and limber, is very athletic and strong due to her survival training. While on a mission, she wears a camo suit, designed especially to blend her figure with the forest outside.


Role: Ranger

Companion:


Personality:Cheerful and easygoing, Isis is a very friendly girl. Its very unlikely for her to get mad or irritated, and she always tries her best to be friends with everyone. While in combat, she is serious and silent, preferring to work with Bastet than other humans. Isis spends a lot of time alone in the wilderness on her missions, so she doesn't particularly feel lonely, especially because she has Bastet with her, but that doesn't mean she doesn't enjoy company. Isis loves a good talk and having people nearby.

Biography: Isis Nasri, born into the very border of the Military district, her entire family always worked as rangers, constantly going to outside the wall on missions. Isis' first time outside of Anselmo was when she was 10, going together with her parents to train and know the wilderness.
As it was expected, she grew extremely accustomed going outside the wall, and often would go there to hunt. When she completed her training, at 17, she was ready to have a Duvari for herself. Choosing a Duvari for the Nasri wasn't something like just choosing a mount. The Duvari they bred were especially bred to be hunters. Bigger, stronger, faster and more aggressive than your usual Duvari. Choosing a Duvari was an important thing. Not only Isis had to choose a Duvari, but the Duvari had to choose her as well, accept her as its companion, as its family. The Nasri saw the Duvari as members of their own family, as their own "pack". After choosing her companion (that would be together with her for the rest of her life), she would go to the wilderness to train together with the Duvari. She would learn together with it how to hunt together, know each other's movements, be able to understand what the other would do and what they expected the other to do. Such method of training was extremely unusual even for the other Anselmo Rangers, but that is what always made the Nasri extremely effective hunters when paired with their Duvaris.

The Nasri family believed that the nature wasn't their enemy, but it wasn't their ally either. Anything that the mother nature does, is in order to keep the balance, to maintain the balance and keep the earth fertile to many life forms. No life was more important than other. If humanity had to be extinct so other races wouldn't, the mother nature would do it gladly. But there was one thing that the mother nature couldn't control. Something alien to it, something that didn't belong there. The Others. They were like viruses, corrupting and affecting the balance of the natural world. They had to be eradicated, for both humanity and the nature's sake.

Skills:

• Wild Hunt: Her expertise in moving in densely vegetated areas make her fast, agile and stealthy. Able to keep up with almost any prey she is chasing or being stealthy enough to approach her prey without it noticing her. Coupled with her tracking skills, her prey can even run, but it cant hide.
• Animal Empathy: Due to the time she spent in the wild, animal behavior is no mystery to her. She is able to calm down wild animals, and even bond with them given enough time.
• Survivalist: Making deadly poisons by using herbs and some animals, healing pastes by using herbs, how to clean an animal, getting its hide and preparing its meat... Her survival knowledge can easily keep her alive in the wild alone for months.
• Member of the Pack: Bastet and Isis know each other very well. Both of them know each other's movements and what each other will do. Hunting as a pair, their movements are extremely synchronized.

Equipment:

• Viper Compound Bow
  
  Viper [+]

  Sometimes, simple things are better and more reliable than more advanced ones. Arrows, unlike bullets, can be retrieved and crafted if needed, and unlike a weapon, it cannot jam or fail him when she needs it.
  This bow has a complex system of pulleys inside its limbs, giving it enough power to penetrate any creature's hide. One drawback is that due to its strength, if used without any protection it will hurt the user's hands. Together with the poisons she prepares using herbs and some poisonous animals on the wild, even if she is hunting a big game and the arrow doesn't kill it, the poison certainly will.
  
• Jungle Stealth Suit
  
  Jungle Stealth Suit [+]

  Lightweight and resistant, its dark green color and the camo pattern on its cloak makes it especially hard to spot her inside the forest, while at the same time protecting her from the environment and offering her light protection against injury and small animal bites. Isis prefer to use it without covering her face.
  
• Clawed Gloves
  
  Clawed Gloves [+]

  Gloves made of a thin, flexible but resistant material. Its sharp nails can be used to pierce or cut, serving her as a close ranged weapon and protecting her hand from the bow strings.
  
• Night/Thermal Vision goggles.
• Poison Vials/Mortar and Pestle: A couple of reinforced vials she uses to store the poisons she uses with her arrows. She also carries a small mortar and pestle, to produce more poisons or even healing pastes if she needs.

Wish: Clean the nature of the corruption which affects it (The Others).
Trauma: After Bastet getting wounded because she made a mistake, Isis sworn to protect her with her own life, as she was certain that Bastet would do the same for her.

Name: Matthew Reed

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Role: Anselmo Armored Division, pilot.

Skills:
Extreme Althete - Reed is an extreme athlete, which helps him certify himself as a pilot who does direct mission drops. He has the ability to perform almost perfect E&E actions.
Helicopter Pilot - Reed has a special knack for piloting a helicopter, whether it be a transport or gunship variant.
Multitasking - He has the ability to fly a gunship and unleash its payload with precision, along with other things.

Equipment:
SM8 - the futuristic version of the P-90. It is lighter and, with better weapon design and better bullets, it shoots harder with better accuracy and less recoil than the old p-90. It is a good weapon for a pilot because it is compact, packs a punch, and has the ability to hold a lot of bullets, armor piercing bullets.
H-8 - a high capacity, hard hitting sidearm.
Full Visor Flight Helmet - A helmet with the entire face plate being a type of honeycombed, gold glass like material. It has night vision, thermal, and a HUD.

Appearance: Reed is a 6'0" man with a lean, dense muscular build which brings him to 185 lbs. He's a balance between strength and dexterity and he has a mostly scar-free body when compared to legends such as Jake Cross. Only being a pilot, he's remained "out of harm."

Reed has crew cut dark brown hair and a clean-shaven face along with hazel eyes. His preferred clothing for the field is a special weave Multicam BDU which is good protection against claws and teeth, but not against bullets.

Background: Reed initially spent his first few years in a small outpost called Blackwood, where his parents were stationed so that they could study the biology of the monsters and cataloged their DNA. For safety reasons, they had Reed brought to the military district of Anselmo, where he spent his life until he was 18. His parents visited a few times a year, but he grew up without them. Instead, he spent most of his life under the wing of his Uncle, Glenn Reed, who worked as a pilot for Anselmo.

In this case, instead of following in his parent's footsteps as may be expected, he decided to follow in the footsteps of his Uncle as a supply aircraft pilot, where he would drop crates into outposts to keep them sustained. Once he reached twelve, his Uncle started to bring Matt with him on flights, where he began to see many of the monsters which had wrecked their world. He even witnessed a group of rangers storm a bunker and come out unscathed, only to lose men and women when a pilot hit a tree and crash landed right into them.

When he was seventeen and on the verge of choosing his supply career, he got word that his parents and 45 others perished when their overloaded evac helicopter crashed.

So, at 18 years old, and seeing so many pilot failures, he went to the academy to become a direct action helicopter pilot, where he'd be in the heat of combat. Only, he'd do it better. Killing and dropping off Rangers with his machine. That's where he decided he needed to be.

There's one mission that he will always remember, one that scarred him for life. A group of four year Rangers had been sent to investigate a bunker where high tech weapons were thought to have once been held. Intelligence had cleared the place, meaning an easy mission. Matt flew the Rangers, using a quiet helicopter, into the area over the cover of darkness. Matt had swept the area to make sure it was clear, before setting down. The Rangers jogged out and Matt flew off, waiting for the mission end and his cue to retrieve.

After an hour, a slight rumbling started, shaking the valley. A few minutes later and the Rangers, after a brief amount of shooting, stopped transmitting. Matt got the go to investigate the scene. When he arrived he figured out why they had stopped transmitting. They were too busy fighting. Tracer rounds flew into a large shadow, a behemoth. The monster swung an arm into what must have been a SAW operator, causing the majority of the tracer rounds to stop. Then, a moment of hope, as tracers from all over the beast started, hitting one of its feet in an attempt to make it fall. Matt aimed his chaingun at the beast's foot as well, but he was out of rockets. He was only allowed so much. Then, in a heartwrenching moment, the behemoth, the Leviathan, raised its head and let out a roar that would have popped Matt's eardrums had he not had his helmet on. The gunfire had stopped, and Matt knew the team was dead. A monster Leviathan had been awoken, most likely mistaken for a large rock during scouting, and it had wiped out an Expedition Team like it was nothing.

Other: Gotta get him a pilot name if you know what I mean.

Wish: His wish is quite simple, and part of the reason he has decided to be a direct action pilot: he wants to bring everyone home safe from every mission.

Trauma: The incident with the Leviathan.

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Role: Seer Medic

Skills:
* Gaze Into The Abyss
- It is said that those who gaze long enough into the abyss can feel the abyss gazing back, and the same can be said about The Other. While Matthias can see into The Other and use it for tactical advantages or use it as a way to gain knowledge, often he finds himself puzzled as to his connection with The Other and how it can use him just as much as he can use it.

* Medical Expertise
- When not covering people, Matthias has been given extensive training in the art of medical care, a majority of which are temporary solutions when away from Anselmo. He can get you patched up, but it’d be best to see a doc if you ever get back to safety as his supplies can’t cover everything.

* Nimble Fighter
- Being slow can end up killing you, and Matthias knows that. Pure strength was never Matthias' forte, and he relies more on dodging and redirecting attacks rather than attempting to fight blindly, and he has his agility to thank for that. Most of the time, however, he simply uses this to outrun enemies or parkour over obstacles with the help of his speed.

* Always was a good cook
- While not combat related, it has been said that Matthias was always a good cook, even with sparse ingredients. You can always count on him for a delicious meal.

Weaponry:
The Oculus
- A Redesigned SMG that came into being in the apocalypse, it’s surprising lightweight nature and simple firing mechanism makes it a good starting gun for a newer soldier.

Cataclysm-SF43
- A common shotgun, Though while it has been said to be a pain to reload, it has incredible stopping power with minimal spread, shredding something up close if it comes to that. It’s standard issue to Matthias, and often is his primary weapon as accuracy isn't a problem when something gets close.

Tactical Knife
- You can never go wrong with a knife, and sometimes a classical design is all you need for personal self defense. It’s short and to the point, and comes in handy when out of bullets.

Equipment:
* Lightweight Armor
- Sacrificing defense for mobility, Matthias custom armor has kept him safe in most scenarios without having to sacrifice his agility. Complete with a customized helmet and visor that keeps radiation and harmful gasses at bay... Though lacking several modifications that could be made...

* Tan Scarf
- While not providing much utility, at the very least it keeps his neck warm. Is said to be a memento from someone dear.

* Medical Utility Belt
- A utility belt that has several different pouches, along with placeholders for small medical equipment. Various painkillers such as morphine, gauze for wounds, and other things can be found inside the pouches, but due to their small size, he is limited in what he can have on him during the action.

* Fingerless Gloves
- Allows him to still have a steady grip with his fingers, while also having the majority of his hand covered and protected. Useful for when he has to climb things like trees or grabbing ledges.

Appearance:
(It's meant to look like an old, faded photograph)
Height
- 5'10"

Background: Matthias early life was nothing glamorous, growing up in the farming district. It was fortunate for his family that their share of the land was within the sanctuary of the walls, for while there were farms and orchards outside the walls, they weren't as safe as those that resided inside. At least, that was how rumor had it. Matthias the youngest of 4, and as soon as he was able to, he was put to work on the farm as the family could use all the hands they could get. It wasn't anything really special to him, but he didn't mind getting his hands dirty and doing honest work.

But there was always a nagging feeling inside, that, even when he attended the small school there, continued to pester him and yet, he couldn't place his finger on what was going on. He was seemingly content with helping his family, but deep inside he could hear a voice telling him there was more out there than just a farm and basic knowledge of the world. And while he knew it would relatively safe and reliable, as each year passed in his youth he couldn't help but want to think of something else to do.

The spark he needed to find his passion came from when he accompanied his father into the civil district for a delivery. To him, their lives were so much more... different than his was. They moved with a purpose that he himself could not distinguish at the time, and yet he felt as if this is where he belonged. But... There was more to it than that. On that day, he witnessed several medical personel began to rush off towards some sort of location, and yet, while he could tell they were doctors or medics, they had something else with them. As if it were lingering in the shadows, a calling that he couldn't quite distinguish what it was. And so he followed them, arriving at the steps of the Seers Corp headquarters before an adult took notice of his presence, feeling that the boy had potential. He told Matthias to strive to come here and solve the mystery as to what his calling was. For that voice wasn't his own, it was The Other telling him he could be so much more if he opened his eyes.

As he grew into his teens and neared his adulthood, he strove to do better in school and learn as much as he could, not only for his sake, but for others as well. When he turned 18, he managed to get into the Anselmo Educational Society and Center of Advancement, taking his time at there to chase two of his desires. From various medical supplies to operations and procedures, he did his best to keep up and truly learn on the medical side. And often, he'd be in the Seer Corp, being taught the ways of seers and how to use it to benefit society. And through this, he wasn't alone. He had met an academy ranger in training whose name was Marcel who desired to go out and explore the wilds. Matthias didn't know how they clicked, but they often helped the other. Marcel helped Matthias hone his marksmanship and accuracy with a gun occasionally, and Matthias helped Marcel study, telling him about The Other.

Time went on, and soon they were separated when Matthias was 22, Marcel going on an expedition team and Matthias to stay and practice. And for a year, things went well. Matthias got experience in The Other in a safer environment, along with training to become a doctor, and Marcel was still alive. It was only by chance that they placed Matthias to accompany Marcel's expedition team to investigate an outpost that had gone dark. It was to be Matthias' first real trip outside into the wilderness to make sure the team would get home safe.

But... when they got there, there was so much destruction that you couldn't call it an outpost anymore. It was just a decimation of life, finding no survivors in the brief, ominous, silent search they had. It wasn't until they had started to leave did they notice the movement on the outskirts of the destruction and that Matthias had begun to realize that he had been underprepared. Chaos ensued as dozens of monsters leapt from the shadows, attempting to kill the team with a sneak attack as they had waited for the moment to strike. Blood and bullet shells seemed to cover the air and the deafening sound of gunfire filled the area.

They did their best to retreat, but it felt as if when one monster went down, two more took its place. It was luck that Marcel and Matthias, along with their leader and one other, had managed to break through the monsters enough to start running away towards what seemed like a building that was still intact, relatively speaking. If anything, it was their best fortifications against the monsters and would be the safest option, as running away from the outpost was not due to being surrounded. As they ran, they could hear the anguish of their fallen teammates as they were torn apart...

Bursting through the doors, they immediately shut them and began to pile whatever they could to block the entrance and stall the horde outside. The place was littered with holes, some large enough for a body to hide in. It didn't take long for the loud banging on the door to happen, and as the group aimed their weapons at the door, their leader began to set up a distress signal... But, who knew if it would reach Anselmo with the outpost in ruins. What made the situation worse was how the monsters must have been attempting to find or create a way inside, as the building shook above them. In hindsight, it wasn't a wise decision to hide inside, but it was the only viable option at the time. Worse still, Matthias began to have visions of the attack on the outpost, being relayed the information from The Other. But it meant there could be a way to stall for even longer. He rushed through the building, attempting to come up with some solution. The Other was attempting to show him something, but what?

Involuntarily, he was pulled into The Other, barely taking notice of the monster's minds and souls as he attempted to recover from the initial shock. But, he saw this as an opportunity, attempting to reach out to them in an attempt to confuse the monsters or tamper with them. However, before he was able to sucessfully do so, the building they were attacking collapsed. It was as if The Other was taunting him for attempting to save their lives, and he could hear a voice mocking him, having the event replay over and over in front of Matthias as the young man knelt down in horror at what he was witnessing.

Everything past that is a blur to Matthias, almost like a void in his memory, and when he regained consciousness, the world was blurry and moving. But, not voluntarily; He was being dragged out of the rubble by a ranger team. And while he wasn't fully aware of what was going on, his eyes locked on the corpses that they had pulled from the rubble. His entire team, crushed and coated in blood. He too was battered and broken, but not as severe as he had been in The Other. It seemed that when he had entered The Other, Marcel had placed him inside one of the holes in the ground so that he was out of the way and easier to protect. And when the building fell, he used his body, heavy armor and all, as a shield above to keep Matthias safe.

It took several years for Matthias to fully recover, but he was upset... Not only at his failure for not using his Seer abilities to help, but for not noticing the monsters gathering in the first place. They told him that it was fine, that it was a learning experience, but he felt as if he failed them.

And so, he dedicated himself to better harnessing his abilities, both in the medical field and in his research on The Other, until he felt ready to face the outside world once more.

Other: Often, he can be found humming or singing softly to himself. Also, he can be found occasionally staring at a fading photo.

Wish: He wishes that he had the technology to heal and protect others without worry that they will be hurt. He wants fatal injuries to cease to exist.

Trauma: Matthias is haunted by the memory of his former squad and their unfortunate deaths inside the building that was meant to protect them.

Name: Nathaniel James Holland

Callsign: "Spectre"

Age: 35

Gender Male

Role: Anselmo Ranger

Skills:

• Survival Expert: Much like many other Rangers, Nathan has a fundamental and advanced understanding of how to live off the land and survive for long periods outside of civilization.
• Expert Marksmen: Formal military training by some of Anselmo's finest. His choice of ranger school furthered his skills, having given him the seventh longest kill in Anselmo's neo-history.
• Assualt Rifle training: Qualified for the G39CX and earned an expert marksmanship in it.
• Stealth Mastery: Having grown up in Archeron's infamous outpost, not too much was offered so citizens volunteered (with escort) into the unholy terra as scavengers, looking for scrap metal, parts, or anything that could benefit the outpost. Growing up James was such a person. However, in order to get to where some of the better stuff was, silent yet expeditious movement was a necessity. Therefore, he had to learn quickly to move with ghostlike silence. A few close encounters helped hasten that need of a skill. Anselmo's ranger training further increased his skills in this field with new techniques.
• Moderate Hand-to-Hand Combatant: Mostly self explanatory but Anselmo's military regiment required that all personal, regardless of M.O.S, must take at least level one combative training. As he signed for a ranger position, he was given the level one basic training as well as special level 2 and 3 training.
• Mechanical experience: Having a father that worked on vehicles all day, there was no doubt that James would have picked up some knowledge. Changing the oil, brakes, headlights, sparkplugs and sepentine belt being the few things he knows. He can hotwire if need be since many cars that came through had problems starting.

Equipment:

• Main Rifle [+]

  M80A3 "Severance"(As seen in main picture): The M80A3 is the predecessor to the classic .950 JDJ of the past. while maintaining a larger than normal caliber compared to the .50 BMG, its use in the field is somewhat normal but requires qualification for use. Its material is a mix of titanium with other composites and alloys offering a more lightweight version of its precursors at around 23lbs, 25lbs loaded. Its build is similar to that of a cannon, allowing the barrel to recoil back in order to distribute the recoil as well as an integrated suppressor, further decreasing the recoil while improving muzzle velocity and sound reduction. It is accompanied by the ALC 75mm STA 13M 384x288 Thermal Riflescope that offers up to 10x zoom as well as thermal, night vision and infrared. Custom barrel with magazine capacity of five. Semi-automatic with bolt action option. Rounds include incendiary, armor piercing, full metal jacket and explosive.
• G39CX This is the predecessor to the G35. Not much has changed in its design but its chassis has been strengthened thanks to new alloys that were discovered. He has equipped a silencer, fore grip with light and laser attachment (IR) and a hybrid sight offering thermal and night vision.
• AOH 2020V "EagleEye" This gadget is the headgear that James wears. Offering comms for James to the immediate team as well as 3x zoom and infrared sights. It assists in range finding and electronic compass.
• UPOS (Universal Personal Operating System) 8th Gen The UPOS 8th gen, or as many in Anselmo's military dubbed it "Useless piece of shit", is a personal wrist operating system used mostly for rangers and those venturing out into the Wild Wood. It offers preprogrammed navigation and mapping applications, anemometer, temperature gauge, and range finder. Now the reason it has been given the nickname "Useless Piece of Shit" is due to the somewhat lack of effective use thanks to its build. Its OS, despite being that of the 8th gen, runs on an older processor and battery style, offering effective use for about 8 hours before shutting off.
• Special Operations Survival Backpack:Filled with hardcopy map, compass, flares, flashlight, two weeks worth of MREs, eating utensils, toiletries, baby wipes, hygenics, sharpening stone, first aid kit, sleeping bag and a few changes of socks as well as a tactical shovel attached to the outside on the left and Machete on the right. it is covered with his ghillie cloak.
• Ghillie cloak
• Bootknife
• 2x Frag Grenades
• 3x Smoke Grenades

Appearance: James stands rather tall at six feet, three inches and around two hundred and thirty-one pounds of military efficiency. He keeps a well groomed beard that covers his more rugged face and his hair tight to the side. His eyes are a bright blue, almost ice blue in color. James is well fit thanks to years of scavenging and working with the rangers as can be seen in his build. At around 3% body fat, he is near peak human condition. As seen in the picture above, his normal ranger attire would seem rather bulky to those unfamiliar with him or what the rangers do, but in fact his loadout is rather light compared to some of the older rangers he knows. On his skin is a few tattoos. On his left shoulder holds that of a customized ranger tattoo with Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me. written below. Finally, on his back is that of a two ravens holding up what seems to be a broadsword wrapped in a thorn rose with the words Take this life. I'm right here. Stay awhile and breath me in.

Background:


Other: James has a habit of cracking his neck from time to time or having a smoke on patrol. It was a habit he picked up thanks to former Captain Abraham. Most of his emotions are seen through his eyes or facial expressions. Agitation is a tense smirk with twitchy eyes, anger is thin smile with wide eyes, etc.

Wish: He really is looking forward to an early retirement. Possibly get a job as a personal bodyguard to some high ranking government official with a great pension and benefits package. A wife and kids with a nice little home.

Trauma: "The Day the Spear of Anselmo Shattered" (The fall of Outpost Archeron). Specifically, the gravity of the situation. It was the dangers of this incident that brought him to reality, reminding him that life in this day and age should not be taken lightly because in a split second it can be taken.

Name: Reggie "Rig" Wolfe

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Age: 25

Gender: Male

Role: Mechanic

Skills: A general Mr. Fix-it. He has a knack for hack-jobs and likes to take things apart to learn how they work. His primary skills are fixing machinery, and smithing. He loves the aesthetic of a dusty garage and oily hands. He has been outside the walls before and has taken to practicing self defense, though he's no soldier. Despite his past he is a homebody by nature, and has picked up a plethora of little related skills. These include carpentry, plumbing, cooking and most things that ask you to get your hands dirty. Except killing spiders. That is NOT his job, as he is happy to remind you.

Equipment: As a mechanic he carries a wide array of tools, with belt pouches and bags to store them. When it comes to weaponry he carries a custom colt revolver. It's grip changed to fit his hand better, a smoother trigger put in place, heavily engraved to Rig's liking, and re-balanced to make sure it feels just right. Always oiled the cylinder spins with ease. For even closer range skirmishes, Rig carries a handheld variant of the pile-bunker. As used by the Armored division. Modified only slightly to reduce on weight, though this takes away from overall power. It's strength is enough to still do it's job. Break armor and hide alike.

Appearance: Reggie is a well built but not necessarily tall man. He has big hands covered in callouses, and wide shoulders. He stands at 5'4 and has a box shaped face, with a strong jawline. His cheeks are sunken in, yet his nose is slender, subtracting from his general rough look. He has heavy eyelids and almond shaped, hazel eyes. He is missing a part of his left earlobe. He keeps buzzed short on the sides, but a wild poof runs free in the middle. It's a natural blond, almost to the point of seeming white. His skin is an olive tone, and the bridge of his nose is spattered with freckles. He has thin scars tracing down his shoulders, to just above where most short sleeve shirts end.

Background: "Rig" comes from a simple background. A farm-boy who grew up working with his parents to tend to the land. It's where he learned of his skills as a mechanic, among other things. He had his eyes set on the horizon, being outside the walls, but he never had the heart to leave his family. He was the eldest brother, of a small family of four. His little sister helped where she could but she wasn't much as a farmhand.

A simple lapse in Guardian watch, a new and at the time unheard of stealth monster, and the life he knew was changed. Quietly and quickly those long leathery things made their ways through the corn fields, and into the barn, then into the house. The smell of fresh meat and easy prey must have done it. They were cat like things, much alike to the friendly Duvari Rig remembered seeing in town. But these were no herbivores, and they were not friendly. Awoken first by the sound of muffled cattle outside, Rig left his room to wake his father. As he turned the halls Rig saw a shadow slip away. Fear crawled up his spine, and electricity tinged the air. This no longer felt like his home.

Pretending to not be afraid, he made his way down the hall, past his sisters room, and into his parents. Opening the door he was met with his father slumped against the wall, the body of some....thing on his lap. Dad was holding his hand over his shoulder. His shirt was stained red, and his brow was slick with sweat. He had a hammer in his other hand, limp and pale on the floor. Mom wasn't moving. The beam of light being let in grew wider, and a shadow other then Rig's was on the floor now too, low to the ground, ready to pounce. Rig turned in time to not lose his head, only a bit off the left.

His father screamed, a struggle ensued. It wasn't long before a massive light filled every inch of the house. Rig hadn't noticed the sounds of dirt under the wheels of heavy artillery. The Armored Division was here, and soon those things weren't. Rig doesn't remember much of that night, other then that he lost his parents, and soon after the farm. Two kids weren't going to tend to it, and so it was taken. Rig left to do the only thing he knew how, fixing. His sister took off to school, she had always wanted that. Rig was thankful to the armored division, far more then some people were. So he decided helping them keep things running was the best way to go. He didn't expect his choices and experiences would take him AWAY from the city. But they did, and when offered a chance to find a weapon to wipe those fucking things off the map, Rig couldn't say no.

Other: Bugs are a no-no. So are Duvari. While he doesn't despise them, Rig refuses to ride them if there is ANY reasonable alternative. If you don't like his handiwork, you can expect some sass.

Wish: Rig has always wanted to get a motorcycle working. He's been collecting parts found everywhere for a year or two now. He has nowhere near enough to buy one, not in a million years, but he sure as hell thinks he can build one. On a larger scale though Rig has big ideas in terms of weaponry. His admittedly somewhat outlandish or unconventional ideas could help turn the tide he thinks. If they can't find that grand weapon, then maybe he can make one. He isn't schooled like other people are, so he knows he can't REALLY change things on such a large scale, but Rig has dreams of weaponizing the armed divisions with his own brand of deadly art.

Trauma: Maybe if he didn't move and let it jump his daddy would still be alive. Maybe if he was braver and turned to fight that thing his daddy could have pulled through. Maybe if he had yelled really loud he could have startled it until the Armored Division showed up. There are few days that Rig doesn't think of the night on the farm. He wonders if he could have done anything different. It plagues him. Literally haunts his dreams. He has developed an unrealistic hero complex. He doesn't agree with cutting any losses if those losses are lives.

“I’m the Violet Seer. I am a seer looking for the truths in the world.”

Name: Jackie “Violet” Braehead
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Role: Seer
Skills:

• Monster Knowledge - She devoted her life to understand the monsters of the world, they have hierarchies that are different to the hierarchies of what is left of humanity.
• Occultic Knowledge - She devoted her life to understand the reasons for the Other and all the ways it affects the human psyche.
• Marksman - She’s skilled with sniper rifles and other types of long ranged weaponry. She cannot understand the people’s obsession with sidearms.
• Basic Field Medical Training - She has basic training with medical equipment and usually carries with her a basic medikit. She can tell certain injuries from others but the hard to do injuries will need much more than the basic skills she has.
• Knife Training - She can use any knife and can throw them with an efficiency. She uses the Violet Avenger and the throwing knives. She enjoys combat knives and the like.

Equipment:

• Medikit - She carries a violet colored medikit with her everywhere she goes. She personally colored it to be something she carries for the rest of her life and it has the initials of her mother F. I. B.
• The Slater - It is a long ranged sniper rifle that is semi-modular. It has a violet color scheme on the weapon and it has a specialized made scope on it. It has the initials of her father, WCB on it. He’s the one who crafted the Slater Sniper Rifle. It’s modular mode turns it into a 3 shot assault rifle.
• Violet Avenger - The Violet Avenger is a nickname of the violet colored schemed slanted combat knife she carries with her.
• Six Violet Throwing Knives - She carries with her about six throwing knives that have violet colored schemes on their hilts. They are near her Violet Avenger.
• Lightweight Tactical Armor - Her lightweight tactical armor is a gift from her father. It has a patch on it that signifies she’s from the Braehead family, it has a violet star surrounded by green. It is mostly for mobility instead of defense. She is attached to this armor. The armor matches her jeans more than the t-shirt she wears since it is camouflaged as a blackish green armor.

Appearance: Jackie is an average to athletic build. She stands at 5’8” and has a small scar going down her neck. Her eye color is green and she has red hair with a small streak of it being violet in color. The style of her hair is a ponytail and it is long past her lower back. Her skin color is darker. She wears reading glasses on her face, they are dorky but fit her nicely. Her normal outfit without her armor is a violet colored t-shirt and she wears black jeans with violet combat boots.

The most unique feature of her body is her strange birthmark on her back, it is the Braehead’s family birthmark, it is also on the Lightweight Tactical Armor but as a patch. However, it isn’t colored it is a star with leaves surrounding it.

Background:


Other: She has about three quirks about her. She says something that dumbfounds people that she isn’t even embarrassed about what she had said. The second quirk is her hand shakes before she fires her sniper rifle but it is mostly because, she’s constantly nervous when she fires her weapon at an target. The third quirk is constantly tries to open up but she is clumsy and falls on her face sometimes.

Wish: Her greatest wish is she wants to raise a family that doesn’t have her killing herself alike her mother and having the terrible cycle keep on going.
Trauma: She saw her own mother kill herself with a violet color schemed Armasta 47 ‘Light Sidearm.’ Her mother’s name was Fiona and the outright suicide of her mother was unbelievable in the kitchen of her home.