[NAME]
Ren Geovani

[CALLSIGN]
Vapor

[AGE (23-40)]
25

[GENDER]
Female

[PIC]



PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTIC (HEIGHT, WEIGHT)
Height: 5'6''
Weight: 126 lbs

General Appearance:
A bullet scar on her right shoulder.

Psych Evaluation:
A hard-working and stubborn woman, she is difficult to move if she doesn't like the opinion and she often tries to sway people towards her ways of thinking. Ren is very calm and protective of everyone she encounters, even strangers. She takes pride in her job and gets slightly offended when someone says something bad about her line of work. She isn't always calm though. When she gets riled up, Ren becomes vicious. This is the way she is, and the way she likes it. She doesn't like people that stand being pushed around, and whether the person likes it or not, Ren will stand up for them. She believes everyone has the right to be respected, and being a push-over is throwing away that right.

History:
Ren was born in New Hampshire and never really had a reason to move. She didn't really like the place, but then again, she didn't like anywhere she was, especially since she was without her father. Her dad was the only one she really cared about. Ren's mother bailed at birth, but she couldn't blame her. Motherhood was rough. Or at least that's what she had heard.
Ren's father, James, was in the same line of business she was in now. Well, not exactly the same. He wasn't the one that dealt with the supernatural. He delt with Federal crimes. Jame's line of work took him out of state a lot, so he stuck Ren with his grandmother. Her grandmother, who she was named after, was nothing like her. Ren hated her grandmother. She was a pushover, always staying quiet no matter what happened.
Ren left her grandparents as soon as she got the chance. She was interested in her father's line of work, but when she got in, she didn't exactly get what she had hoped for. Although, it turned out because what she got was better. Dealing with inhuman monsters turned out to be what she was best at. She could thank her dad for the idea.
Ren is still relatively new to everything and still has a lot to learn, but she is willing. This is her first year and she feels like she's ready, and that's what counts.

Loadout 1:
Assault(?)

Primary:
Assault Rifle (AK-12)
Ammunition:
7.62x39mm Rifle Ammunition

Secondary:
Colt SCW
Ammunition:
5.56x45mm

Gadget 1/Assault Specialist Equipment:

Gadget 2:

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General Appearance:
Tattoo: "What you do in life echoes in Eternity" (in Latin across his back)
US EMT sign on his upper left arm
Scars: GSW to right shoulder, just below the collar bone
Knife wound scar to abdomen
Uniform: the only difference to Nicolai's gear is a bright red cross on his right arm and helmet

Psych Evaluation:
Personality. What makes your trooper tick underneath the hood?

History:
Nicolai was born to first generation Russian immigrants to the US. His formative years where simple and unremarkable, at 18 he joined the US army as an infantryman and became well versed in the essentials of combat, he learned quickly but found that the military was not for him. after one deployment and subsequent wounds during deployment he terminated his contract as soon as he was allowed and moved over into civilian law enforcement. His combat experience and drive brought him into the ranks of (regular) SWAT after several years serving as a local officer. Doing drug raids and other SWAT action did not suffice for Nicolai, he went to school and earned his Emergency Medical certification, which he kept up to date and managed to apply several times likely saving the lives of multiple officers and numerous civilians with his quick application of treatment. After a few years of this he also returned and received his Paramedic Certification becoming officially a SWAT medic, between this and his combat training kept sharp from years as a civilian SWAT officer put him in the Supernatual SWAT almost by default. He was transferred to New Hampshire after a minor altercation with a commanding officer, while not enough to earn him any significant reprimand the commander wanted to be rid of Nicolai who accepted the first transfer allowed.

Note: this is not quite the same as the listed version in the description, and would largly act as a regular assault team member with slightly different training and equipment

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General Appearance:

• Large Bear Tattoo on chest
• Helix Snakes on right wrist to elbow
• Helix Dragons on left wrist to just below elbow
• Для Родины is sewn on right shoulder reads in English For the Motherland!

Psych Evaluation:
Dimitri is a very social and friendly person once you get past his tough guy act. If people touch his things, or overwhelm him with to many things to comprehend at once though, he starts to block things out, so don't give to many commands to him at once, especially conflicting ones. Can get very angry if a friend or loved one is hurt, yet, not a bad type of anger, that makes you make rash decisions. It's a controlled anger, pumping him with adrenaline, and readying him for anything to come his way.

History:
Dimitri grew up in Moscow. He was always popular with his group of friends, but never liked it. Dimitri never got in many relationships, all of the ones he's had have just bogged down his progression in life, and didn't seem like something that he would continue. His parents and grandparents were all loving people, and he was very lucky to have had them. A large lineage of the military ran in the family, and it drove him. He wanted to serve the Motherland, even at that young age. When he turned 18, he joined the military, blasting up the ranks. With his coordination and eyesight, it made him a very proficient soldier, catching the attention of the Spetsnaz. He immediately fit in, working hand in hand with his comrades.

Soon though, his parents, and others in his life, gave him a new opportunity. America. He didn't care much about the propaganda about it, it always felt as a side thought. A "Wow that would be a pretty cool place to be" sort of feeling, and now he was going there. He landed from the plane in New Hampshire. The military seemed very pleasing to him, once he got settled, maybe joining the elite once more, but something shone brighter, with more potential for him. S-SWAT. The walk in greeted him with a new place, it seemed so inviting. He joined, and has been working for 5 years, and through them, he was treated just like he was in the Spetsnaz, though some didn't like his Russian origins, he didn't care. There is not distaste tovarisch, only jealousy.