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[h3]Character Description[/h3]
[b]Name:[/b] Aden Robertson
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Age:[/b] 22
[b]Nationality:[/b] Inburian Nationalized ( Born Favis)
[b]Appearance:[/b] [hider=appearance]Fair skin and freckled; Aden is a lean 6'0" with dark eyes and dirty blond hair in a short cut at the moment. He typically carries grin on his face and many find him looking rather young for his age. Typically found wearing his Inburian Alpine uniform in a mottled shade of tan and green with bandoleers of rifle ammo draped across his chest and belt.  [/hider]
[b]Personal Effects[/b]: 
- Krausser Firearms R-01M Accuracy Pattern Rifle (Gewehr 98 with x4 Zeiss Optic)
- Krausser Firearms P-15 Trench Pistol (P-08 Luger) 
- Fighting Knife 
- Compass
- Binoculars 
- Silver Lighter (Engraved; " 46th Alpine: First to Fight, Last to Break") 
- Four Cigars 
- Sketchbook (Functions as diary, range table and..... a sketchbook.) 
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[h3][b]Background:[/b][/h3]
[b]What is your job[/b] Inburian Army Marksman 
[b]Backstory[/b]:

Aden originally came from a merchant family that plied the trade routes of the Circle Sea. The Robertson & Robinson Trading Co. having routes that traced all the way back to the days of pirates trying to carve out slices of legitimacy. It was into this legacy that Aden was born in a sleepy costal town after coming a month early. 

Schooled and provided for; Aden spent his early years with his paternal Uncle in Vichy. Learning of the logistics and skills needed to keep the Robertson and Robinson Trading Co. afloat and profiting as changes in technology and politics caused the family to try and keep up. When he was old enough he took to the seas and visited the ports of the Old (and occasionally) New World under the watchful eyes of his father. However, a life of the sea and the ports began to grow on Aden as year after year of sailing, balancing books and constant traveling made him start to resent the life of a merchant. 

His relationship with his parents began to strain until one day as they made port in Inbur; an argument caused a teenaged Aden to storm off their ship. Originally intent on simply enjoying some alcohol; Aden overindulged and was eventually wrapped up in a bar fight that ended with severe property damage. At first, a mistake of identity had Aden marked as a repeat offender; and the constables taking care of his charges said that he would be heading for a labor farm for hard labor. But the constable said he looked like a good kid and offered another chance; the Inburian Army was always recruiting and his buddy was able to get pardons for minor cases such as Aden's. 

A mixture of hangover, sudden hope and resentment to his family caused Aden to say yes. By the time his family figured out where he was and went through the proper channels to contact him; Aden was a private in the Inburian military and in the third class to enter the infantile 46th Alpine Regiment. Aden had no intention of going back when he was both enjoying the new feeling of a unknown world of military service and the uniqueness that was the Inburian Army's new program. 

An attempt to leverage the distinct terrain of the Calarian border; the 46th Alpine Regiment found themselves trained in scouting, patrolling, and marksmanship. Perfectly geared for the limited combat Inbur dreamed of occurring. Aden graduated with pride and found himself stationed on the Calarain border. A tense but relatively calm posting. 

The invasion took them all by surprise; both in intensity and its modern tools. Most of the 46th died under a hail of gas artillery that Aden avoided by virtue of scouting out Calarian artillery observers. The remnants of the 46th and other border units tried to put up a fight but found it impossible to stem the tide of Calarians and the insurgents that seemed to appear spontaneously. 

Having found himself in Inbur after his latest fighting retreat; Aden is currently attached to a rearguard force made up of survivors that managed to make it to the city. Their purposes to buy time for the more intact formations to regroup elsewhere. At the moment, the scout is currently manning one of the gates to the Imperial Palace's military aerodrome as he waits for orders even as the sounds of gunfire grow closer to the base. 
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