Name: Darren Reed
Alias: :/ idk
Appearence: young and lean with a hardened face, muscular from time in the military, a mop of shaggy hair protrudes from his head in every which way, his eyes are tired and seem to always be watching something. He commonly wears a beanie, flannel shirt unbuttoned and plain white or grey tee underneath, on his lower body he wears workers pants, with shavings of wood seemingly everywhere, and a tough belt around his waist, on his feet are either lace up sneakers or construction boots.
Age: 23
Personality: he is a laid back underachiever who would always crack a joke whenever or wherever he deems it necessary. He walks with a straight back with his hands in his pockets, almost so straight that you would think he was about to fall backwards. In his hand is a laser pointer which he uses to point at things, usually he's just spinning it between his fingers. Whenever greeting someone he would either finger gun them in an attempt to look like an idiot, if not he would "do it the old kiwi way" nodding upwards signifying a greeting.
Biography: his childhood is hazy with few memories of his father and his mother and various mistakes made, nothing serious as to impact his life but to make him regret decisions. His teenage memories, however, are clear as day, remembering his first day in highschool with a crappy buzz cut and baggy clothing. He remembers always wanting to join the military, training each day at the school gym and running the track outside but not joining any clubs or sports teams, eventually he was forced into the track team by one of his friends who had died later in the war on terror. At eighteen he joined the military hoping to be like his ancestors in the world wars and Cold War, as said before, his friend had died bleeding out while trapped within a collapsed house. With shrapnel in his back and a broken arm, three years later Darren left the military and recovered in a local hospital, after seeing a psychologist every few days he realised he could not go back to the "front" and went to university like the so called "others", a word for those who weren't in the military. He studied linguistics with the pay he accumulated from serving, soon he would need to earn more so after a year he went into construction, it was a boring life in his eyes... that was until the event.
Powers:
The mark is on his right hand and his powers include:
major: body morph-weapons
Upon excessive use he will faint due to the low amount of blood going to his brain.
Minor: advanced skill: tracking
Alias: :/ idk
Appearence: young and lean with a hardened face, muscular from time in the military, a mop of shaggy hair protrudes from his head in every which way, his eyes are tired and seem to always be watching something. He commonly wears a beanie, flannel shirt unbuttoned and plain white or grey tee underneath, on his lower body he wears workers pants, with shavings of wood seemingly everywhere, and a tough belt around his waist, on his feet are either lace up sneakers or construction boots.
Age: 23
Personality: he is a laid back underachiever who would always crack a joke whenever or wherever he deems it necessary. He walks with a straight back with his hands in his pockets, almost so straight that you would think he was about to fall backwards. In his hand is a laser pointer which he uses to point at things, usually he's just spinning it between his fingers. Whenever greeting someone he would either finger gun them in an attempt to look like an idiot, if not he would "do it the old kiwi way" nodding upwards signifying a greeting.
Biography: his childhood is hazy with few memories of his father and his mother and various mistakes made, nothing serious as to impact his life but to make him regret decisions. His teenage memories, however, are clear as day, remembering his first day in highschool with a crappy buzz cut and baggy clothing. He remembers always wanting to join the military, training each day at the school gym and running the track outside but not joining any clubs or sports teams, eventually he was forced into the track team by one of his friends who had died later in the war on terror. At eighteen he joined the military hoping to be like his ancestors in the world wars and Cold War, as said before, his friend had died bleeding out while trapped within a collapsed house. With shrapnel in his back and a broken arm, three years later Darren left the military and recovered in a local hospital, after seeing a psychologist every few days he realised he could not go back to the "front" and went to university like the so called "others", a word for those who weren't in the military. He studied linguistics with the pay he accumulated from serving, soon he would need to earn more so after a year he went into construction, it was a boring life in his eyes... that was until the event.
Powers:
The mark is on his right hand and his powers include:
major: body morph-weapons
Upon excessive use he will faint due to the low amount of blood going to his brain.
Minor: advanced skill: tracking
