Name: Oliver Black

Age: 34

Appearance: A massive, stout man, he is the embodiment of a corn-fed American farm boy. He stands at around six-seven and weighs around two sixty of working muscle. With his current size, he is a beacon to whoever sees him and can easily be spotted within a crowd. He has blue eyes, a long weaved darker blonde/light brown hair, and a lighter skin tone. His face has a scar over his right eye from his previous work. And at the moment, he sports a long beard, and hair that is usually braided with beads in a style like the Vikings.

His body is just a slab of working muscle, he doesn't tone himself for the abs. His arms and legs look like muscled logs, and his hands are massive. This man does not skip his protein shakes, his slim jim, or any day at the gym. Will it catch up to him later in life, give it ten years and his knees are probably gonna need replacing.

He only has three tattoos, one is a bolt of lightning that connects his six prior body/leg wounds as if the wounds were connecting rods. The other is a small list of names over the back right shoulder. The last one is a tramp stamp that is a Celtic weave with the name Tiny in the middle of it. He typically tries to hide it, but clothing that is not made for his size specifically, it will typically show.

When outside of operation, either he wears tailor suits to nicer places, or whatever he could buy at the local store that fit him, usually sweats and a very tight t-shirt. Within operations, he usually wears something to go with his exo-suit, usually some form of fatigues or uniform that fits the environment they are currently in. So even if the exosuit fell, he would still be prepared to thrive.



Nationality: American

Callsign: Tiny Nord

Skills:

The Armored Doc - Growing up as a medic before his new life, he has been in many situations where he has needed to save lives as well as take them. He has not lost anyone who could be saved to the date, and paired with an armored suit. He does not only save lives, he takes them with brutal efficiency.

The mechanic - Machines work like bodies, fluids keep it running and well oiled, and joints make movement possible. He knows his machine well, the electronics inside, he knows how to use, but not how to fix. While he is mechanically inclined, he works with his hands and prefers it that way, coding and advanced electronics are not his specialties.

Airborne - His traditional method of insertion is by the air, he has made his suit drop worth from a range of altitudes. But, he has an arresting hook available for exfil as well. But, even if this one's chute doesn't open, the saying 'he ain't gonna jump no more,' doesn't apply to him. Getting to his love of the airborne also allowed him to learn French, German, Polish, Estonian, Dutch, and Russian.

Warrior Priest - Being a bit of a nerd, he looks at himself as a paladin from dungeons and dragons, one who can heal, or do a bit of damage. A protector of his friends and such, he wears as much armor as possible and carries as much as he can to both hurt and heal. In some cases, he will even bring a shield that he can lock onto his arm, using it both as a stabilizer for heavier weapons, and extra armor from heavier weapons.

History: Born in the middle of Montana, he grew up in the middle of nowhere on some farm with a bunch of siblings. He looked like all of those who came before him, blue eyes, blondish hair, and covered in it as well, having to shave on a daily to keep clean-shaven. But after nearly failing high school, he took a year off and went to community college, while there he became a pre-med major. At that time, he was also being approached by the United States Army, and soon would fall in line with them, dropping out of school.

He took the MOS as a combat medic, he wanted to try and continue his current studies so he could have a job after leaving the military, he thought a contract and done would be all he was doing, but he was wrong. In basic, he turned out to be a good soldier, nearly breaking several records, and generally doing good. Once in his training school, he would make his way to the top of his class. So, he got to choose where he was going to go, and from that moment he would start down a route of trying to be the best.

He said he wanted to be a part of the best, and he was given a chance to start his schooling to become a ranger, air assault, airborne, EOD, and engineering. He would take as much as possible to become a part of the best, and he did well with each school he went to. His first unit, although he had the patch, was a cavalry reconnaissance unit. He was not happy with this posting, but he did gain experience from it. With that experience, he would grow in his military service, becoming an NCO after several years. And when he turned twenty-six, he would finally get his goal.

He would become a part of the rangers, a full ranger in both banner and regiment. This fit him well, and one of his favorite things to do was repel from helicopters, and jump from planes when he was able to for both fun, and to keep his certifications. He loved jumping from planes, and it was everything he wanted. He would continue with this for almost seven years, working with vehicles, saving those around him, and making himself one of the best combat medics, if not the best. He would continue until, in his final year working there, he would get what earned his place in the Raven Squad. In his last fight before he was honorably (medical) discharged.

He and the patrol he was a part of were ambushed, taking heavy losses in the initial encounter including four wounds to his left leg, a wound that temporarily blinded him in his right eye, and two on his torso. Outnumbered, he and the seven others that were still in fighting conditions held off over four hundred assailants for three hours until reinforcements were able to arrive. In total, out of the forty-five people who came, thirty-seven survived, although most were in critical condition and three of the assaulters were also taken into care for he was not able to distinguish some fine in his temporary blindness.

His last engagement was the real first with the group after being brought in.

After that mission went as it did, he laid low until a heavy was needed again. Mostly keeping to near his home until the time called for him to get back into it. He got married and divorced several months later. Did not have to pay alimony due to a prenup. But, he continued to live relatively solitary compared to his life before the divorce, losing some trust in the people around him with exceptions of those who he served it, and close family like his siblings.

Personality: He looks like a massive teddy bear, there is a smile on his face usually and he had a generally good outlook on life. He finds his available time with plenty of hobbies (From dnd to cars and everything in between), or at the gym. He usually likes to plan as much as possible, having itineraries and such for where ever he goes. But he is rather carefree but in moments that are dire. He will also go out of his way to save or improve the lives of others, he takes his role of being a 'paladin' to heart.

Tactical Suit:
Built off an older model of Russian Ratnik armor due to his size not allowing him in more standardized suits currently in use, he has added a better hydraulics system to the suit's exoskeleton form for better maneuverability and a higher weight load. With that, he has updated the armor and added upon that armor with larger thicker plates to survive most small arms fire for extended periods of time. The battery life is about twelve hours before it has to be recharged or replaced..

The left-arm has a functional part that can attach to a modified armored plate that acts as a shield. His back has an armored crate with slots to carry plenty of supplies. Typically this will be ammunition, food, and medical supplies. A small solar panel to charge the batteries and two spare batteries. It does have three slots for heavier weapons, such as missile tubes, heavy machine guns, or a recoilless rifle. The back plate of the crate is lined with grenades for the second person in the stack.

It is usually covered in paintings that are a halfway point between norse and Celtic line styles.


Base Armor

Weapons: (As set out in the prior selection- though this can be changed if you like. This isn't strict for what class can carry what- but a light shouldn't carry more than two long weapons, a medium more than three, while a heavy alone has access to heavy weapons and a wider range of secondaries)

Possible heavy weapons
Recoilless rifles (MAAWS / SPG-9 / Other Older weapons systems)

Heavy Machine guns (M2 Browning or other weapons of similar size)

Rocket/Missile systems (Javelin / LAW rocket / Other equivalents)

Standard rifle

FN 7.62x51n Mk-18 Battle Rifle

Secondaries
Royal Remington 870 express 3 round breaching shotgun
Winchester Model 1887 shotgun
FN 5.7 pistol
LeMat revolver
Marlin Model 1895SBL
M4A1 Assault Carbine

Equipment (Yours to pick- be mindful of their specialization and class.)
Tac-Axe (2h)
Knife
Fragmentation grenades - x4 front x10 back plate
Flashbang grenades - x3 front x6 back
Smoke grenades - x2 front (white) x4 back (white) x1 (red) x1 (blue)
Flairs / IR probes - 2 boxes of various, 6 flairs ready, 4 IR probes
Multi-vision NVGs
Arresting hook for exfil
Parachute/Stabilizer for infil
60 composite armor shield
Triage and mass stabilization kit
Ammunition boxes (depends on others)

Hobbies:
Dungeons and Dragons
Sky Diving
Football
Video Games
Drinking
Church
Being a nerd
Writing
Gym
Old Time arcades

Likes:
Old Styles of Beer (not that new stuff with all the fancy flavors)
Old Video games and dice games
Farming/Farm Animals
Nordic stuff
Cowboys

Dislikes:
Communists
Socialists
Deep Water
Old Wooden Bridges

Name: Ebrima Arendse

Age: 32


Nationality: Cameroonian

Callsign: Boraro

Skills:

• Close Range Mastery: Though capable of wielding a wide variety of weapons, Ebrima favors shotguns, submachine guns and carbines as they best suit the environments he's the most used to. When weapons fail, knives, fists or even pieces of rubble have his back.
• Jungle and Urban Combat Expert: Native to the jungles of South-East Cameroon, Ebrima thrives the most in jungles, forests, cities and environments with obstructed lines of sight in general. In such environments, he can easily and reliably navigate without most aids.
  Guerilla Warfare: Though by no means a light operator, Ebrima’s been introduced to the art of guerilla warfare at 17. He knows how to plan and lead guerilla operations, translating well into an ability to break them up just as well.
• Languages: On top of his native French he speaks fluent English and passable German, Hebrew and Spanish.
• Endless Reserves: Although not the strongest or the toughest person out there, Ebrima rarely seems to tire, capable of running for hours or walking for days with little else but some rations.

History:
Ebrima was born in Cameroon two years before his sister Lishan. Albino siblings caused quite a stir, and since superstition still ran rampant in the Cameroonian countryside, the two spent a lot of their childhood inside the house, hidden from the hateful neighbors. Their father died when Ebrima was ten, leaving supporting the family solely to their mother Alemayehu.

Shortly after his 11th birthday, the siblings foolishly snuck out of the house at Ebrima's suggestion, got separated at the market and Lishan Arendse disappeared. The authorities quickly closed the case as fleeing home, despite numerous complaints from Alemayehu. The case was briefly reopened seven months later, when a raid against a black market dealing in witchcraft supplies found Lishan's DNA in several powders and potions, but quickly closed again for insufficient evidence to convict anyone. Alemayehu then sent her remaining child to his uncle, a veteran of one of the many African civil wars, and Ebrima Arendse disappeared from the face of the Earth for a few years.

He reappeared at 17, when he moved to his childhood home after his mother’s death. While his missing and presumed dead sister didn't concern the local law enforcement, the name "Ebrima Arendse" was a common staple of their reports. Some might say it became an unofficial medical diagnosis covering bruises, fractures, missing teeth and the odd laceration. No longer hiding, Ebrima often got into trouble for his skin color, to the detriment of the troublemakers. Not long after his return, people around the area started disappearing. As every single one had a bad reputation and many had a criminal record, the police swept the disappearances away with the same disinterest as Lishan Arendse's, until the disappearances became so numerous the complaints from the victims' families could not be ignored anymore. Once it became clear that all of the missing people had something to do with trafficking of rare animals or human organs, someone made the connection with Ebrima's return, but a raid only found a booby-trapped house.

For the next 12 years, Ebrima worked with numerous mercenary groups both large and small operating across Africa, Southeast Asia, Mexico and South America, never staying in one place for too long. Until a new flare-up of the Colombian Conflict, where he found his first "permanent" home among the soldiery of an Israeli arms trafficker, Avital Shalev. Ebrima quickly worked his way into Shalev's inner circle, where he was responsible for shipment security, as well as Shalev's personal security whenever he traveled. Colombia was also where he gained his callsign, originally something the other side called him, after a tall, pale creature from Colombian folklore.

Unfortunately, Shalev was a bit too successful and eventually his operation caught the ire of Mossad, and Ebrima's security measures and intelligence gathering have more than met their match. Caught between the Mossad agents and a sizable force of cartels Shalev refused to sell weapons to, Ebrima went all in on a pair of 2s of clubs, suggesting they surrender to the Mossad team and leverage what they knew to keep their prison terms as short as possible.

But life threw Ebrima a bone in the form of a choice: Spend upwards of a decade in prison, or put his talents to better use. And so, he found himself being put through the Devil's Cooker and joining Raven Squad, pretty much doing the same stuff as before, just for someone else.

Personality:
Ebrima’s childhood was not pleasant. As such, he relishes every moment of normalcy to its fullest, being fairly jovial off the clock. As a coping mechanism for the shit life threw at him, Ebrima turned to humor, dry as a desert road and as dark as the night sky. Honest to a fault, something that had gotten him into a bad spot previously when a Burmese revolutionary hired a mercenary when he wanted a yesman, he will respect the skilled and will not suffer the incompetent. Having never stopped blaming himself for contributing to Lishan’s death, he’s fiercely protective of the people he grows close to. Once secured, Ebrima’s loyalty is unwavering and he’ll walk on water for the people that have earned it. But if betrayed, that loyalty is lost forever. Life is too short to be wasted on people you can’t rely on.

On the job, the other Ebrima surfaces. The image of a consummate professional, calculating, uncompromising, weighing every option before acting if he can and only acting on impulse when absolutely necessary. Some would call him savage in a fight, every motion planned to expend minimal effort for maximum payoff, without any flair.


Weapons:

• FosTech Origin-12: A semi-automatic 12 gauge shotgun fed from ten-round magazines. Fitted with a one-point sling, a holographic sight and is suppressor-compatible. Ebrima carries a mixed loadout of flechettes, slugs and a magazine of frag shells for emergencies.
• DesertTech MDRx: Chambered in 5,56x45 mm and fitted with a 16” barrel, two-point sling, side ejecting adapter and Vortex Optics XM-157 FCS.
• H&K USP Expert: Chambered in 9x19 mm and fitted with a red dot sight. Suppressor ready.
• M25 ISABS: A revived and modernized version of the XM 25 semi-automatic grenade launcher fed from five round magazines, fitted with a two-point sling and an attachment connecting the weapon to the wielder’s helmet, allowing him to see the shot's trajectory on his HUD for easier aiming. Ebrima carries a mix of HE airburst and thermobaric rounds, plus one magazine of breaching rounds.
• Ghurka Kukri: A military Kukri Ebrima pulled off a Ghurka he killed in Myanmar.

Equipment:

• 2x flashbang
• 2x smoke grenade
• IFAK
• Backup NVGs (night operations only)
• Jump Pack
• Arm-mounted PDA
• Analog watch

Hobbies:

• Cooking - Having learned to cook while looking after his sister, Ebrima kept up a useful hobby, collecting recipes from every corner of the world his life took him to.
• Motorsports - From grand tourers to open wheelers, as long as it’s double-track. Will happily argue for hours with any fool who claims that Oscar Piastri isn’t, in fact, the undisputed king of racecraft.
• Scale Models - Owns a hoard of display models of various scales and subjects. With a more permanent base, now actually has a place to build and put them all.
• Speculative Fiction - A fan of spy thrillers in particular, having recently discovered the treasure trove that is Tom Clancy’s work.

Likes:

• Cocoa.
• Metal and orchestral music.
• Animals.
• Rain.

Dislikes:

• Unreliability.
• White lies.
• Vegetarian substitutes.
• Cold.