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[Shiva]

Name~ Joel ‘Hammer’ Lister

Age~ 49

Gender~ Male

Personality~

Calm, composed, and logical. Those are the three words that someone would probably use to describe C.O. Hammer, and that pretty much sums him up completely. It takes a lot to shake him, and even more for his face to actually show it. It always seems to be twisted into a stern, angry scowl. He does have a somewhat dry and subtle sense of humor. It doesn’t come out very often, but every now and then he won’t be able to stop himself from making a sarcastic remark. Secretly he is a very kind and sentimental old man, but emotions are a weakness he cannot afford, and so he locks them away and continues on with his duty, as he must. As he is expected to do.

His life as a soldier is the most important thing in the world to him, and he will do anything if he is ordered to. He accepted a long time ago that his soul was sold to the devil, and accepts the consequences, no matter how painful they have been for him over the years. He feels he is personally responsible for every soldier under his command, and has kept count of every one that has passed away. He never forgets a name, and makes a point to memorize their personal file in case he runs into their family. His conscience bothers him almost constantly, but he tries not to focus on it, as he doesn’t want to lose perspective. The job may be dirty, but someone has to do it for the greater good. Someone has to suffer so that everyone else can be happy, and he has decided to be the one to make that sacrifice.

History~

He was born on Earth in a small town in Indiana. The plantations there were owned by his family, but his father encouraged him to join the military from an early age. Everyone knew it was only a matter of time before the Earth disappeared, and his father had wanted him to be up in the sky, safe from the threat of simply blipping out of existence.

His progress in the military was slow, but steady, and his personal life was the same way. At age twenty five, Hammer met the love of his life. Five years later, he married her. Three years after that, they had their first child. Hammer considered leaving the military so that he could spend more time with his family, but his wife assured him that they would be fine, and asked him to continue to serve, and so he did. At age forty five, his wife passed away as a result of the plague that was ravaging the population. His biggest regret about this time was that he hadn’t been there. Hammer had been on a ship, millions of lightyears away, while his wife had been slowly getting weaker and weaker, eventually dying alone. He has never completely forgiven himself for this, even though he knows his wife understood.

Ever since that time, Hammer completely devoted himself to the military. His children all had their own families, and wanted nothing to do with him, so he had no distractions. His entire existence has been used to further the betterment of mankind, and he has never regretted that decision.

Skills~

Tactical genius. Excellent at manipulating people, and a very good leader. Very skilled in hand-to-hand combat, and a sharp shooter. Incredible stamina.

Weaknesses~

Sometimes lacks empathy and pushes others too hard. He also has an old injury in his left knee that flares up periodically, it renders him nearly useless.

Call Sign~ Hammer

Rank~ Commander

Other~

Appearance/pic~

Standing at 6’3 with a very well built physique and scars peppering his body, Joel looks like a man that has seen far too many battles. His left arm is completely cybernetic up to his elbow, and his steel colored eyes look as though they can see through your soul. His salt and pepper hair has grown somewhat shaggy due to not having the option to cut it, and a beard graces his stern features.



Name~ Dasha ‘Cuervo’ Newton

Age~ 24

Gender~ Female

Personality~

Sass. Pure, unadulterated sass. If there was ever a physical embodiment of sass, it would be Dasha, and that is part of why she received a court martial. Controlling her words isn’t much of a concern to her, so if she disagrees with someone, they will know about it. Her intelligence has caused her to be more than a little arrogant, but she’s still a pretty nice person, if not somewhat selfish. Dasha has a certain set of morals that she follows no matter what, but they are very loose, to say the least. She wants what she wants, and if someone gets in the way, she moves them, as nonviolently as possible.

As every human does, Dasha also has a bit of a softer side. When someone gets closer to her, she loosens up a bit with her arrogance, and becomes a witty, creative, and very intuitive individual. She has a knack for reading people, and this comes in handy with her personal relationships, as she is very attuned to the needs of her friends. It also gets her into a lot of trouble as she has a bad habit of calling people out on their bullshit. Despite her lack of control with her mouth, Dasha is very logical and calculated when it comes to her actions. Even when she mouths off to someone, she has weighed the consequences and simply decided that putting up with their stupidity was no longer a necessary evil. It’s not that she doesn’t have self control, she simply doesn’t care. Life is far too short to spend it worrying about how butthurt someone might get because of something you said or did.

History~

Born on a military ship from a relationship between two ships personal, Dasha spent her formative years surrounded by computers and ships. There weren’t a lot of options for her family, as the planets had continued to disappear and space was very limited, so they were allowed to stay, even with a child. It was of course expected that she would join the military, and that’s what she was groomed for. It became apparent early on that she had a knack for working with computers, and at the age of eleven she “accidentally” changed the coding in the ship’s security systems so that she could slip into the mess hall in the middle of the night. That got her in more than a little trouble, but the commander was also quite impressed and began having her specifically trained to work with computer systems in ships and some of their computerized weapons. By age eighteen, Dasha was a well known specialist among the military. “The wonder child” they called her.

Soon after officially joining the military, she was transferred to the lead flagship, and this is where she got into trouble. On her previous ship, they had all cut her a little slack in regards to her conduct. She was everyone’s baby, why wouldn’t they? However, the lead flagship, the Dauntless, was no joke, and she was expected to conduct herself as an officer of the Earthen Republic. When her superiors pushed her, she pushed back. Her rank was constantly fluctuating between promotions and demotions. Her skills were unmatched in regards to hacking, and her piloting skills were on par with officers who had much more experience, but her attitude needed a serious adjustment.

However things only got worse when it was reported that she ship she had grown up on, along with all the officers that she called family, and her parents, were orbiting a star when it went supernova. They had run out of fuel, and couldn't get out of the way in time, and the military units dispatched to retrieve them weren’t fast enough to save anyone. Dasha blamed the military for her loss, and as a result, stopped trying to be a good officer altogether. What was the point? She wasn’t going to disappoint anyone, they were all dead. Eventually she received a court martial for getting into a physical altercation with her commanding officer, and was thrown into a high security prison after threatening the safety of the ship. She hadn’t meant it, of course, Dasha was far from killing innocent people. But she was hurt, and angry, and unfortunately for her she was quite capable of carrying out her threat, and the military knew that. She spent five years in prison before being recruited for the games.

Skills~

Highly intelligent and a brilliant hacker. Also very flexible and quick. An excellent acrobat. She was also a very good pilot back in the day.

Weaknesses~

Due to her small size and weight, direct hand to hand combat is a bit of a gray area for her. Wits and speed can only do so much against brute strength. She can also be a bit too confident, leading her to get in situations way over her head.

Call Sign~ Cuervo (Given to her after a particularly interesting night in the barracks. She doesn’t like to talk about it.)

Rank Before Discharge~ Lieutenant

Other~

Appearance/pic~

Standing at a mere 5’2 and weighing barely 100lbs, Dasha doesn’t appear intimidating at first glance. However her gray eyes are always calculating, observing, and plotting something. Her shoulder length blonde hair is generally pulled back in either a ponytail or a messy bun, and her skin has adopted a very pale tone due to the long length of time she’s spent without sunlight. While her frame is small, she is well toned and quite athletic.

[Genni]

Whiplash

Name~

Convict #38145, AKA Carmen Evangeline Santana

Age~

31

Gender~

Female

Personality~

Carmen likes to come across as self-assured and tough, but really she's almost always second guessing herself. As such she has a tendency to act without thinking when under pressure in order to cover up her insecurities, sometimes gaining the initiative and turning the tide in her favour, while at others leading herself and her compatriots into tougher situations.

History~

Once a member of a search and rescue squad, Carmen's specialties were in protecting her allies and providing controlled demolition solutions when required. After beginning a sexual relationship with a married superior officer, Carmen found herself side-lined from main operations "for her own protection". When she confronted her lover about this, threatening to reveal their relationship unless she was given better assignments, the hot-headed woman was given an assignment that was extremely dangerous, which led to the loss of not only the people she was tasked with rescuing but her entire squad as well. During the following investigation, Carmen tried to reveal the truth of the circumstances behind the event, only to find herself unable to prove her allegations. With only her word against that of her superior officer Carmen was charged with dereliction of duty, conduct unbecoming an officer and various petty offenses which led to her dismissal from service.

Skills~

Pistol marksman and explosives expert. With Carmen there's no middle ground, either you get the little bang, or the big one. Experienced close combat fighter with some knife skills, but preferring to just shoot and run when cornered.

Weaknesses~

Hot-headed, rash, mercurial. Lacks the fine control and upper body strength to operate heavy weaponry well, preferring to stick to small arms for most engagements, along with explosives when her pistols aren't doing the job. Has a tendency of switching to her 'backup weapons' a little too readily, often endangering her team with her free use of them without considering collateral damage or environmental dangers.

Call Sign~

Whiplash

Rank Before Discharge~

Lieutenant

Other~

Due to her personal history, Carmen is highly reluctant to enter into any form of romantic relationship and often reacts violently when the possibility is raised by others.

Appearance/pic~

5'4" with an athletic build and punishing glare, since her dismissal from the military Carmen has dyed her naturally brown hair deep red and gotten a tribal tattoo running up the right side of her abdomen in order to help her fit in with her fellow convicts. She likes to keep in good shape, and despite her small stature can hold her own in most fights, mainly due to the comfort with which she uses dirty tactics.

Carmen Santana

[Burning Kitty]

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[Skwint]

Hider

Name~ Jeremiah 'Jerry' Balker

Age~ 27

Gender~ Male

Personality~ Jeremiah is unsure of himself. He never did have the ferocity that his great size would suggest, and is actually quite timid. At least until someone he cares about is threatened. Having being told all his life about how stupid he is, he is very self-conscious about his intelligence and decision-making ability. Because of this he would often stick close to someone who he perceives as being intelligent so that they can tell him what to do. Jeremiah is also quick to come to the rescue of any endangered comrades, especially those he considers friends. Friends are not something he's ever had many of, so he cherishes those who will befriend him and show him kindness.

History~ Throughout his life, Jeremiah was always bigger than everyone else. His parents had always emphasized that he needed to be careful, because the other children were not as big as he was so he had to be careful not to hurt them. At the same time, his parents were sure to tell him to use his strength to help those that couldn't help themselves. These lessons would mold him into a gentle giant and a fierce protector.

Being very big and not very bright, the military was an obvious career choice. His incredible size and his tendency to follow orders without question made him immediately popular. He was naturally always being handed heavy weapons to lug around, and could even serve as a one-man machinegun or mortar team in more extreme situations. Despite his below-average intelligence, he developed an affinity for heavy weapons of all manner and variety due to his extensive exposure to them. Jeremiah was also popular among field artillery crews, as he could load heavy shells far easier than anyone else. His dependability, skill, and loyalty allowed him to ascend to the rank of Corporal relatively quickly. Then, everything went south.

It was late one night when Jeremiah awoke to commotion from nearby. He went to investigate and came upon a group of four other soldiers attempting to have their way with a young woman. Jeremiah's protective instincts kicked in and he rushed to the woman's rescue, beating down her attackers. Two of the soldiers ended up hospitalized, but the other two were still severely battered. The next day, Jeremiah was brought in for questioning. The woman he had rescued turned out to be a higher ranking officer, but she was far too ashamed to admit that she had almost been raped. The worst part about the whole thing was that Jeremiah couldn't even defend himself. He can't speak. Jeremiah has been a mute since birth. Needless to say, the trial did not go well for him as a result.

Skills~ Heavy weapons of all types, and hitting things very hard

Weaknesses~ has trouble fitting into some vehicles, not too bright, and completely mute, not very quick on his feet

Call Sign~ Tiny (the irony is so original)

Rank Before Discharge~ Corporal

Other~

Appearance/pic~ Jeremiah is a scary-looking fellow at first glance. Being a towering 6'8" and covered in muscle has a tendency to put some people off. His dark brown hair used to be in a standard military buzzcut, but has since grown out a little with no way to maintain it. He usually wears a plain olive drab T-shirt, cargo pants, and combat boots. He likes cargo pants, because he usually stashed more ammo in the extra pockets. The only disarming feature he possesses are his eyes. They are baby blue, and contain a certain amount of sadness in them. Most people that look into his eyes can see what a big teddy bear he really is.

[Spiffy]

Name~ Roger 'Roge' Stone

Age~ 29

Gender~ Male

Personality~ Roger does not hold back when he has a goal in mind. He sees it through until the end or meets with spectacular failure. He has a witty personality, but never looks to put people down. He wants to encourage and lift them up. He is courageous and will fight for a cause he believes in until the end.

History~ Roger grew up in a fatherless family. He barely knew his dad and learned how to fend for himself at an early age. He took to criminal behaviors in order to support himself on the streets but found himself hollow inside. At the age of 16 he was arrested for the umpteenth time. This time they didn't just slap him on the wrist, the forced conscripted him into the military.

He learned how to fight, how to follow orders and it curbed his criminal behavior. He learned the importance of comraderie and laying one's life down for your friends. He lost many good ones over his 13 years of service. It kindled a fire inside him to fight for a good cause.

He was no longer required to serve, but he wanted to.When the mysterious alien race arrived seeking to find humanities greatest warriors, Roger volunteered to take up his place. If they didn't win there, life would not continue, this is what he was created for.

Skills~ Expert in military martial arts and using various weapons for close quarters combat. He can effectively utilize a wide range of explosives mostly grenades. His weapon of choice is a shotgun which can use a wide array of ammunition types. He is very fast and is often taking point on missions to clear rooms and is very good at urban combat. He is great at encouraging others when they are down.

Weaknesses~ He is sometimes blinded by his own zeal and is unaware of the dangers they may face. His courage makes him take unnecessary risks and puts himself in real bad spots that could be the death of him and others around.

Call Sign~ Boulder

Rank Before Discharge~ 1st Sergeant

Other~

Appearance/pic~ At 6ft and weighing 190 pounds, Roger has a well defined build and is cut well.