Name: Auberi Coeur Leblanc
Age: 25
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 128 pounds
Nationality: Southern Cordoria, City of Luric

Personality:
Despite being somewhat hardened from combat, Auberi is very much still a sweet man. He treats people well and would much prefer people get along and help each other. However, his experience in the underground and with the realities of tribalism leads him to have a tempered disposition when dealing with combat and more insidious elements. His bedside manner is firm and direct but very much that of a gentle healer that knows what works rather than a bossy man.

Once within combat, he zeroes in on key targets, moves to flank, and removes them from the board as quickly as possible. With the same clinical precision as his surgeries, he hits every weak point and lapse in judgement of his foes. He avoids armor to maintain speed and reduce fatigue given his relatively heavy load from medical supplies. Auberi feels no remorse for killing in combat, his experience hardening him to the necessity of killing.

When not in combat or in a medical situation, Auberi usually lounges and talks with an animated and lilting voice, matching his very animated facial expressions. He cares deeply for Jarred and Kiimi, so insults or threats are dealt with immediately. He also normally stays next to or very near Kiimi to provide medical support any time her illness needs it. If neither of his friends are around, he normally finds a spot near the group to stay connected to the conversation. He also tends to take to dancing and high society very well given his well heeled background.

Auberi is not scared about his preference for women's clothing and makeup. If asked, he will be honest in most cases about being male. However, he has and does use his feminine looks to get into unusual areas. His voice sounds so ambiguous that people can't really tell the difference.


Appearance:


Backstory:
Born to rather wealthy parents, Auberi grew up in a relatively cushy life. At the age of 8, the war started and the instability in Cordoria began shortly after. When the war finally ended, Auberi was 15. By this point, he had taken to women's clothing and was being groomed to be a doctor. His education added the gen ed courses necessary but also added more focused advanced courses on anatomy, physiology, and chemistry. At the age of 19, Auberi had an M.D. and full licensing to be a doctor and surgeon as well as a PhD in Chemistry.

His medical practice was steady and active, but he began to grow restless as he saw civil unrest at the many unusual decisions made by Cordoria. The unrest grew to the point of him watching people limping in from encountering radicals on both sides of the fence. He treated them, but there was nothing he could do other than act as a neutral sanctuary to the injured.

With the separation of the Republicas and the unusual changes in the Cordorian politics at the top, Auberi began to shift focus from a sweet doctor in a skirt and blouse to an underground combat medic that investigated the subplots associated with power plays in the Cordorian leadership. From the age of 19-23, Auberi worked in Cordoria uncovering clues and learning combat skills. Eventually, his clues led him to Leinstein, where he encountered two Outcasts. Jarred became his primary customer for goods he would smuggle. Kiimi became his primary patient. Her illness, while terrible, was treatable, so Auberi treats it every two months to keep her quality of life high. In addition, he still tracks down odd power plays, especially ones associated with Cordoria. He has a few leads on weird possible attacks by Cordorian elements within Leinstein, so he is currently trying to get into contact with someone who can use the information.

Equipment:
S&W Model 10 inspired revolver (4" barrel)
Sawn-off Colt 1855 revolving shotgun (16 gauge, 6 shot cylinder, pistol grip)
Two brass knuckles (Made of 5160 Steel)
12 inch stiletto knife (Made of 5160 Steel, blade is 7 inches long)
Filtered Gas mask with two standard mix sealed air tanks as secondary option
Medic bag and kit with standard supplies and tools
Medic bag specifically to care for Kiimi
Pouches with various drugs and chemicals for syringes

Name: Jarred Greaves
Age: 65
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 430lbs
Nationality: Leinstein

Personality: For the most part, Jarred is rather cheerful despite his body's condition, or rather a lack there of. He will often make jokes at either his or others expense without a care if the person finds it offensive to them, even using these jokes to antagonize people on purpose. When irritated, however, he becomes a lot more quite and ruthless, his normal happy persona replaced with quiet rage. He treats Kiimi as his own daughter and often dotes on her as well. He is highly protective of those he cares about and has a reputation for sacrificing himself before others.

Appearance: artificial robotic body, though quite advanced and intricate for its time, it isn't detailed enough to be mistaken a a human when uncovered. Due to this, he tends to stay clothes head to toe, even wearing a trench coat, gloves, and gas mask to hide his face.





Backstory: Scavenger, mercenary, odd jobs, inventor, for the past eighteen years of Jarred's life he had struggled to make ends meet. Sure, one could say he was doing well enough for himself given the fact he was living in the outcast slums of Mohberg, but existing in the slums was nearly a death sentence...well...if he was still human.Thanks to Jarred's military past, he was fatally wounded, however, he was found still clinging to life and brought in to immediately begin prosthetic surgery. It was about this time he found Kiimi, in which he strived to find a way to make himself able to care for her. Over the next eighteen years, he would do whatever he could to provide shelter, nutrition, and clean air in his house for Kiimi. This often includes a large portion of black market smuggling and some mercenary work behind her scenes to make ends meet, but only if he could morally accept it.While on a smuggling run, he met Coeur who ended up supplying him with air tanks, though he didnt eed tem Whenever asked about his past, he tends to divert the question.

Equipment: A whole arsenal on two legs.

--weapons:
45/70 lever action rifle slung across his back, sawed off over under shotgun holstered on his right thigh, .45 pistol in a holster under his right armpit, a knife on the left hip at his belt, a concealed pneumatic sword blade in his right arm that can rapidly deploy and retract, heavy steel plating on his right knuckles, pneumatic legs and right arm, spare air tanks. Derringers in his left hand fingers. Flamethrower mouth.

--tools:
Lock-pick in left palm, kinetic charged stun gun that routes to arc between his right hand thumb and middle finger when activated. Ammo stored in a left leg pouch for shells, belt for 45/70, and mags under left armpit. Has a compartment in his left pectoral that houses various tools and fluids for field maintenance on his body.

Lennart In Full Armor


Lennart's 8mm Semi-Auto Carbine


Name: Lennart Pirhonen
Age: 30
Height: 6'
Weight: 200 lbs
Nationality: Flintgard (Native), Cordoria (Naturalized)

Personality: Lightly Reserved, hard to read sometimes, could easily be insulting you without you understanding, deliberate.

Appearance: Caucasian, Blue Eyes, Short Brown Hair, Husky build but healthy from military service.

Backstory: Lennart grew up in an artist’s house. His mother and father were artists. They were pretty set on making him be an artist as well, but he rebelled against them by joining a small youth organization when he was 12. There he learned of his love for the outdoors and nature. He invested much of his time studying geography and biology during his primary school years. His parents caved and allowed him to go to a university for what he pleased versus going for art. There he learned more essential skills and got in contact with the local Cordorian Foreign Legion recruitment center. He joined the CFL after his college education and moved to Cordoria. He was involved in a couple firefights and was shot, so he gained Cordorian nationality from spilled blood. Now he serves in the CFL as a Reconnaissance agent or as a liaison to various other nations.

Equipment: Standard Issue Cordorian Light Body Armor, Combat Uniform, Combat Helmet and Sealable Mask, Rucksack, survival tools and equipment, .45 Caliber Pistol, 8mm Lebel Chambered Semi-Automatic Rifle with Bladed Barrel, Compass, Maps

Name: Hillevi "Vi" Alona Voss
Age: 26
Height: 6'9"
Weight: 188
Nationality: Rivaravian

Personality: First and foremost, Hillevi is ardent and energetic. She tries to always do something, ending up fidgeting with her gear or just acting twitchy if forced to stay still. Secondarily, she does her best to do her job, which mostly consists of fire, explosions, and medical treatment. For anyone not an enemy, she treats them with respect, civility, and dignity. Anyone who is close to her becomes very much like her children. She will guide them and discipline them but will also come to their defense like a pissed off mother bear. This is especially true for Kiimi. Enemies are treated very much like emotionless targets. She will deal with them mercilessly, deaf and blind to their suffering. Hillevi is completely desensitized to death, blood, and violence, so she is unfazed. This works well in her jobs as it lets her treat patients better and harm enemies more efficiently.

Her general demeanor consists of a face that tends to rest in a severe look contrasted with a practically musically lilting voice and penchant for flirting and witty banter. Despite seeming unreactive and being introverted, she is almost volatile underneath the surface. She experiences a maelstrom of emotions at all times. Her severe outward appearance also belies a love of physical closeness.

She habitually bakes and cooks, resulting in Kiimi getting a ridiculous amount of treats and at least two large pouches on Hillevi always being full of various sweets. She also loves to sing, hum, dance, and write. If any danger happens and you hear her suddenly stop singing or humming, someone is about to die, likely in a fiery death. In a fight, she tends to taunt and insult enemies, laughing as she breaks their mind and bodies.

Hillevi has a strong sense of morality when it comes to collateral damage and innocent life. She has zero tolerance for callous disregard for innocent life. She especially cares about the injured. She will absolutely not attack or harm any field hospital or medical staff that are noncombatants.

Backstory: Hillevi grew up in Riveravia among the social elites. Her noble family upbringing led her to become a soldier by the age of 18. As a soldier, she became a medic and sapper, often tinkering with objects out of missions. Due to her tinkering and dexterity, she developed her weapon of choice, a fiery cannon capable of both streams of fire and long range fireballs. Both fire a sticky flaming substance akin to greek fire and napalm. Due to the composition of the compound, it burns an odd and vibrant green. This earned her some measure of respect and fear among her peers as her ruthless destruction of enemies led them to fear if they ever get on her bad side. One day, after a couple years, Hillevi's commanding officer took her along to scout an enemy camp of insurgents. He wanted her to attack it, but she refused as it was a camp of noncombatants and housed injured soldiers. Hillevi, to prevent the deaths of innocents, immolated her officer until not even dental records could identify him. She fled from Rivaravia, going into Leinstein and taking refuge among the Outcasts.

There, she met Jarred and Kiimi, spending the last few years treating and caring for Kiimi. During that time, when not caring for Kiimi, she would help Outcasts by tending their wounds and illnesses. She also acted as a border defender from the occasional bigot trying to stir up trouble. The incinerated corpses of hostile interlopers can be found charred into grim statues of what happens to people trying to harm those under Hillevi's care. Stories have circulated of a green firebreathing giantess taking down anyone who tries to hurt Outcasts. Hillevi does nothing to stop these rumors, instead taking a bit of pride in being effective.

Equipment:
Fire cannon, named Project Viridian
Grenades containing the same fire compound, called Virideous
Two bags with ingredients to make various drugs and explosives
Fire immune battle garb and plate armor:

Gas mask with two air tanks
6 foot long barbed chain weapon
Medical and bomb tool kits
Mess kit for self and Kiimi as well as full cooking supplies