__________________________________________________________ Name | Helene Mauss __________________________________________________________ Gender | Female __________________________________________________________ Age | 26 __________________________________________________________ Nationality | German __________________________________________________________ Service | People's National Army __________________________________________________________ Rank | Major __________________________________________________________ Experience | Elite __________________________________________________________ Physical Profile __________________________________________________________ • Height | 171 cm • Weight | 61.4 kg • Build | Average, if a bit slim. • Hair Colour | White • Eye Colour | Light Purple TSF __________________________________________________________ • Type | Mig-35 • Role | Storm Vanguard • Loadout • 1x A-97 Assault Cannon • 4x36mm and 2x120mm Magazines • 1x Supplemental Armor • 2x Large blade motors • 2x Blade motors • Blade/Spike Vanes • 2x Close Combat Dagger Extra __________________________________________________________ • Theme • Has a widespread reputation as a master chess player • Would rather be outside then indoors any day. • Hides an vivid imagination, which shes expresses in her drawings | Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Loyal • Serious • Honest • Direct • Calm • Confident Helene maintains an icy-cold demeanor that hides her concern for her subordinates's health and well-being. She does not shy away from a challenge and will often force others to back up wild claims they make. Helene does not like to hide or bend the truth from her allies but inquiries into her life outside of being a TSF pilot are made in vain. Her priorities are making sure that everyone gets through this war alive, not getting friendly with each person. History ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Born on March 24, 1978 to an influential family that she would not be aware of until much later in her life. She was taken by the Statsi at birth for their top-secret ESP program, backed by a group of Soviet scientists, modeled after the Soviet Union's Alternative III Plan. The intention of the Statsi was to create a generation of ESP-enhanced soldiers that they could exploit to exert greater control of East Germany. As they did not possess the same genetic engineering technology as the Soviets, they were forced to abduct newly born infants that were healthy and possessed qualities they believed vital to the project. Up until the fall of the Oder-Neisse Defence Line in 1983, Helene and many other children were subjected to numerous, unethical experiments paired alongside a rigid education in an attempt to develop their ESP potential. Helene was on of their most promising candidates as she began to demonstrate an ability to read the emotions of others towards the end of 1982, followed by a few others. Their development was halted for good when the BETA broke through and she was evacuated alongside a small number of her fellow subjects. After the Stasi were removed from power, authority of the children was handed over to what remained of the People's National Army. They were taken care of in a special facility until they were deemed old enough to begin basic training and military education. Helene was quickly appointed as leader of the class due the loyalty of the other children and her intelligence. Years of grueling training and the class graduated into the 606th TSF Squadron and began their first deployment in the summer of 1994 with Helene leading the formation in her MigG-29OVT Fulcrum. The 606th were highly successful in culling operations conducted in northern Germany and it was not long before they earned a reputation as the most elite squadron under East Germany's command. It was for this reason that they were selected to represent East Germany in Operation Shattered Steel. During the fighting, the 606th and especially Helen were credited with hundreds of slain BETA as a vanguard unit in the operation. However, the battle took its toll on the 606th with only seven members remaining by the time they reached the Hive's entrance thanks to the sudden appearance of the Laser-Fort class BETA. Helene still recalls the bittersweet feeling that came with the confirmation of the Superior's death. Her accomplishments led to her appointment as the squadron leader of the newly formed 212th Tactical Armored Battalion with the remaining 606th members being dispersed. Despite her own personal doubts, Helene is determined to guide the 212th to the end of this war. |
__________________________________________________________ Name | Desmond Smith __________________________________________________________ Gender | Male __________________________________________________________ Age | 23 __________________________________________________________ Nationality | British __________________________________________________________ Service | UN 1st Force __________________________________________________________ Rank | 1st Lieutenant __________________________________________________________ Experience | Veteran __________________________________________________________ Physical Profile __________________________________________________________ • Height | 183cm • Weight | 78kg • Build | Average, if a bit slim. • Hair Colour | Charcoal Black • Eye Colour | Hazel TSF __________________________________________________________ • Type | EF-2000 Typhoon • Role | Gun Interceptor • Loadout • 1x GWS-9 Assualt Gun • 4x36mm and 2x120mm Magazines • 1x Supplemental Armor • BWS-8 Flugelberte • Blade Edge Armor • Multi-purpose armor Spike Shield • 2x Close Combat Dagger Extra __________________________________________________________ | Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Quiet • Observant • Reserved • Self-Critical • Dedicated • Cynical The bleak reality of the world is clearly expressed in Desmond's pessmistic outlook on the current state of affairs. He is always thinking of ways that a scenario can go wrong, which has made him cautious and suspicious of other's intentions. This lack of trust hinder him from developing cohesion with other members of his unit. In battle, he prefers to operate on his own intuition rather that strictly following orders. A recent personal loss before his transfer to the 212th has changed his outlook slightly and is more willing to assist his squad mates when needed. No matter he does or accomplishes, it is never enough in his eyes and this can drive can lead him to make detrimental decisions. Despite his stand-offish attitude, Desmond views the lives of his squad-mates more than his own. He is more than willing to give his life if it means saving more people but can make it seem like he is purposefully looking for such opportunities. Mistakes made by lower and sometimes even higher ranked pilots are quick to be called out by him with a sharp tongue. He will help anyone out off-mission despite making it seem like he absolutely hates to be bothered. History ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Desmond was born on March 3rd, 1981 into a poverty-stricken family that lived no better than the refugees that arrived on the United Kingdom's shores. His father was conscripted into the military but no aid ever came home and they were more or less forced to live day by day doing whatever they could to survive. His mother tried to paint his father as some kind of noble soldier sacrificing everything to fight an unrelenting enemy. That meant nothing to the young Desmond as he never got to see what they looked like. What he did know was how going without food made his stomach twist and turn and how some days his mother would just sit on their shard bed and cry. That was why Desmond decided he would take care of his mother if his father was not. The days where food rations were scarce he stole from others without a second thought, making sure he was never caught. He developed a quite negative opinion personnel contrary to many other kids his age, which often resulted in Desmond getting beaten up. That was until he learned how to play dirty and soon the other kids were crying anytime they tried picking on him. One such fight he threw dust in the eyes of a much larger kid and stabbed him in the thigh with a sharp rock he picked up off the ground. His mother then gave him a lesson he would never forget but from then on the other kids would avoid him entirely. Desmond, now of age to serve, was in the process of stalking his next target when two military officers approached him to conscript him into service. He resisted at first and gave the one a pretty nasty bloody nose before getting restrained when three military police came to assist. Desmond was brought to the recruitment office in cuffs and was told plainly that he would either train to be a pilot or he could face jail-time for assault. He took the offer on the guarantee that his mother would be taken care of and so he was forced into becoming the one thing he hated most. He was far from being popular with his instructors and fellow pilots due to his hostile attitude. The fact that was rather successful in both his theoretical and practical studies only furthered the divide between him and his fellow trainees. His training unit failed their first final exam due to his lone-wolf attitude and it was only after many heated arguments, and a few fist fights, that Desmond got his act together enough to allow his unit to pass. It was not until he began to dispatch on actual combat missions that he fully realized the necessity of others watching your back. Desmond broke formation during a culling operation in which the BETA's numbers were unusually high. While he refuses to release any details, it resulted in the death of the the squadron's second-in-command. It was clear that Desmond would no longer be able to operate in that squadron anymore and after an extensive pysch-eval he was released back into service. It was at this time that he was assigned to the 212th where he would be closely monitored. |