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Bayani

Bayani — Fri, 21 Dec 2007 22:36:17 CST

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Dubain

Serene_Enigma — Thu, 13 Dec 2007 20:02:19 CST

Name: Wesley R. Dubain
Rank: Private
Class: Guardian
Gender: Male
Timezone: EST

Backstory

Wesley was raised in a small, close-knit family.
Pushed by his parents, he grew up something of an
overachiever with a wide variety of interests. He had
just graduated with a bachelor's degree when December
21st came. As the "real world" loomed ahead, he began
to greatly fear mediocrity, and felt he was meant for
something more than 9-to-5 drudgery. The the Bane
came, and the real world ended as everyone knew it.

In the chaos that followed, Wes has little notion of
how he managed to be taken up by the AFS. He knows
some were specifically chosen for being receptive to
logos, but if and how anyone knew that he was remains
a mystery to him. For now, he chalks it up to luck. He
took up the mantle of a warrior with quiet resolve.
The lifestyle was more fulfilling than he might have
expected, and he quickly adapted. Presently, he faces
the war and the future with uncommon optimism.

Denovar

Serene_Enigma — Thu, 13 Dec 2007 19:56:44 CST

Name: Kojarun Denovar
Rank: Private
Class: Sniper
Gender: Male
Timezone: EST

Backstory

Kojarun was born in Canada, the specific location was classified and any record has since been lost along with the Earth. Born to an immigrant mother of russian descent and a Canadian born father Kojarun was ever the traditional military brat. Kojarun's father was an airforce Major stationed at an airbase in Trenton, Ontario however as is the way of military life, duty and assignment saw the family moving from location to location. Kojarun showed an early interest in the military, apparently fascinated with it. This fascination only second to his love of competitive sports.

When Kojarun was in his teens however tragedy seemed destined to start him down his ultimate path. Upon returning home from a high school hockey game he was met by his mother and a Captain from where his father piloted his F-18 Hornet. Apparently there had been an accident during a routine training mission, his father had taken an bird into the intake which had caused an engine failure and sent the jet into the ground before Major Denovar could eject. From then on Kojaruns outlook on life had changed. His fathers death had been pointless, not heroic or meaningful like he had always envisioned as a child. War and death now seemed suddenly very real. It could be argued that Kojarun's fear of flying evolved at this point however he will never admit to it.

Following his family history of service Kojarun entered into the infantry at age 17. He proved more than adept with a rifle and explosives as well as ambush and section attacks and upon the advice of his section sergeant took his rifleman test only months after passing basic training and passing with flying colors. Noted to have a small problem with authority Kojarun none the less had no trouble catching the eye of his superiors. Throwing himself into the military lifestyle Kojarun lived breathed and ate army. A few years later while serving overseas in Afghanistan at the age of 21 his mother passed away in a losing battle with Cancer. Kojarun returned home to arrange a private memorial and a mere few months later applied for entry into the Joint Task Force training program, the Canadian equivalent of Seals. Passing a sniper exam upon entry Kojarun undertook the training with enthusiasm and vigor, something he seemed to apply to any task he undertook.

Returning again to undisclosed nations overseas he partook in sever operations whose locations and details were also classified, those who knew him however would be quick to contradict the previous notion of his issues with authority as he seemed to be an exceptional soldier, and was relatively well liked.

When the Bane arrived Kojaruns unit was put on high alert, they like the rest of the planet had no idea what was going on. Many thought it was some kind of holiday joke about getting out of the usual mess hall dinner, until the smaller vessels which had poured from the shard ship began attacking and the first striders descended from orbit. Before his unit could deploy Kojarun and two other members of their squad were intercepted on their way to a waiting griffon helicopter by uniformed men and government officials. They spoke of new orders for him and the other two, and were instructed to follow them immediately. A week of nightmares and a seven hour ride later Kojarun found himself on the other side of a wormhole, weapon in hand on alien soil. He has heard word of the fate of earth but chooses not to believe it. Instead he holds to the fact that by fleeing earth and pitching a war here they were drawing the Bane away from earth, in his heart he knows that everything he knew is lost, but Kojarun never accepted defeat very well.

Rifle in hand he awaits for assignment in this ASF...

Kingston

Serene_Enigma — Thu, 13 Dec 2007 19:50:52 CST

Name: Darius Lamar Kingston
Rank: Private
Class: Guardian
Gender: Male
Timezone: Pacific

Backstory

The oldest of 4 children, Darius Kingston grew up surrounded by poverty. Determined to get out of that state, he chose sports to be his way out. He excelled in sports in high school which led to college ball. He became a star tight end in college leading to what many deemed that he would go on as number 1 in the draft pick. It was during the beginning of his junior year that he had a knee injury missing out the rest of the season. Even though he fully recover in time for the combine, he was deemed “injury prone” and not selected by a team.

He ended up leaving college and going to the CFL to play football where in several years he ended up becoming MVP. The NFL picked him up the following year where he took the LA Stars to the playoffs. Unfortunately he never knew the outcome of the season. Late in December the Bane attacked. He was in New Orleans at an away game, while his family was in LA.

The time after that was a blur. He remembers the coach telling them what happened. He remembered the feeling of disbelief, of horror just watching the news. Then he remembers deciding with several members of the team to get back to LA. It took a month. And it was all gone.

He began to fight in a rage. Hit and run tactics. Trying to survive. Teammates dying or disappearing. New friends being made then lost. The whole time, all he can think about was everything he had lost. Times that he didn’t spend with his family and friends. All he thought about was football. Now the game he was playing was a lot deadlier. The prize wasn’t money, but survival. He began to see the war as a new game. He was going to excel at this too. He would be the star. And just like football before, he only plays to win. Offense. Defense. And if he goes down again, he is planning to take everything down with him.

Spartan

septumus — Fri, 07 Dec 2007 18:16:08 CST

Name: Matt Spartan
Rank: 2nd Lieutenant
Class: Spy
Gender: Male
Time Zone: Pacific (-4 GMT)

Backstory

A group that was founded in 1950s created an organization that one day began to populate most top secret facilities. Matt was bio engineered through science in a top secrete facility somewhere within the Mid West of the United States. He's a super soldier. A child created through genetically altered DNA to fit specific adaptations (speed, strength, stamina, immune system, etc) At the age of 7 he was adopted by a family who worked for the organization that designed these prototypes.

Deemed Spartan 07, Matt was along with 9 others who were also treated similarly. After being adopted, Matt was enrolled to schools for the rest of his life. He was to be picked up by a covert Ops group, Sector 7, at the age of 18 to begin military training; however the bane interrupted that. Through his childhood he was sent to public schools for education, he described his past before age 7 as being in a hospital under going tests so that he would not fall victim to some plague but this was but a story told to him by the generals in charge of the operation. For a year Matt fended for his life until finding a AFS group also traveling about to escape on rout to Antarctica. For about a month landing on a new planet Matt excelled through military training until survivors of Sector 7 noticed Matt's irregular genetic pattern... it was almost perfect in any way a soldier could be. They abducted him and began putting him through rigorous and dangerous tests to enhance his already abnormal performance.

Helghast

Serene_Enigma — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 12:07:21 CST

Name:Sonja Helghast
Rank: 2nd Lieutenant
Class:Grenadier
Gender: Female
Time Zone: Pacific (-8 GMT)

Backstory

Born into a lower middleclass family, she often played the rebel and went against what her family wanted for her, at age 16 she lied about her age and enlisted in the army, advancing to the rank of sergeant and getting her master marksman badge. Because of her willful disregard for orders at times she never advanced beyond sergeant, but she was respected as one of the best assault leaders in her company.

After the Bane came, she was picked up by the AFS after she tried to save her family, but only got to them intime to see them all die. Now all she wants is revenge and to keep anyone she can out of the Banes hands.

Mitsu

Serene_Enigma — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 12:06:48 CST

Name: Veris Mitsu
Rank: 1st Lieutenant
Class: Spy
Gender: Female
Time Zone: Eastern (-5 GMT)

Backstory

Born in Japan, and raised in America by her mother, Veris never knew her father, and learned from her mother's harsh reaction, never to ask.She always assumed he abandoned her, and formed a deep animosity towards men from that belief.Growing up, she fell into the wrong crowd quickly, always feeling like the 'norm' was boring and pointless.She did things her way, but never in a hurtful way as her mother taught her the true lessons of respect.

She eventually graduated from school, and made her way into the world with a dull boring desk job at a local financial services office.And of course, that just wouldn't do for her, since she ended up getting involved with the Violet Rose foundation, a local underground anti-government syndicate preaching 'True Freedom and Liberty', she didn't buy into their talk, but she enjoyed making a little extra money from them, by 'helping' them with their money problem.

Things were good for a few years, plenty of money and excitement coming in, until she got caught of course.She was thrown in jail and spent 2 months in there rotting away until opportunity knocked.The military wanted her, and they offered her freedom after she did what they asked, which was to rat on the syndicate.She agreed to it, and fed them a mouthful of lies, like any good 'rat' would.

She was accompanied by an outstanding officer, named Gregory Vulgen, down to the docks, late at night, following the information she told them.But just as she was running out of good tasting lies to feed them, the invasion struck.A transport ship came to retrieve Mr. Vulgen and his squad, and just before they left, he decided to bring Ms. Mitsu along with them; he was slightly pissed off and didn't want to let her off that easily.

CO

Serene_Enigma — Sun, 25 Nov 2007 11:35:43 CST

Name: Michael Eris Septumus
Rank: Captain
Class: Engineer
Gender: Male
Time Zone: Central (-6 GMT)

Backstory
My name is Septumus. Who I used to be is irrelevant in the situation we are in, we have all become someone new. This is my story and how I got here.

I had trained my whole life for this and I never even knew it. Five years of JROTC and four years of ROTC all wasted because I wanted to be a soldier like dad and gramps. Unfortunately I had a minor heart murmer, didn't even have to take pills for it, never bothered me but apparently it was enough to fuck my life up. Never was sure what to do after the physician told me that. Worked a get nowhere retail job, joined a local militia and went hunting when I could. It was the best I could do.

Eventually I joined law enforcement and made XO in the militia, things were getting to get better. So I thought. Turns out SWAT will only take you in if you have prior military experience these days. It seems redundant. It doesn't matter that I have better training than most of these jokers, hell, I've been preparing for a job like that my whole life. Whatever, it's all means nothing now. Life wasn't so bad anyways, made Sergent eventually.
Then I met Tiffany, everything seemed to make sense. Got married. Life fell into a routine. Maybe that was all I had needed originally, a routine and a good woman. Hell I don't think I could have been happier at the time they invaded. I was out hunting, the excessive explosions in the distance are what tipped me off first. Being deep in the woods it took me about half a day to get back to my car moving at full speed. By the time I had driven within an hour of civilization I stopped.

It was scorched earth. Someone had raised the black flag. I could tell nothing would be alive in that direction except the enemy. Looking hard I could see their predators flying in the distance and stalkers blasting away at anything that moved. Of course I didn't know what they were then. At that moment I was very sure that it was not a good place to be. I had been lucky, I knew my wife had not been. My instincts didn't let me worry about that now however, I had to get to cover and get prepared for whatever was happeneing.

I drove to the first standing building I saw, a barn in the middle of nowhere, and pulled my car in, got out and closed the doors. That night I prepared myself. In my car I had my rifle with me, a good hunting knife, a radio, first aid kit and enough MREs for four days. At least they hit while I was prepared. But who were they? Had China finally felt the need to make their power move? I turned my radio on but there was nothing, not even static.

When I woke the next day I got in my truck only to realize there was no gas in it, all my panicked driving around the previous day had emptied out my tank. I decided to walk north, towards Sherman to see what was going on up there, hopefully I would run into some people along the way. The trip was uneventful, I didn't run into anyone until the next morning after I started walking again. They were both in shock. I tried to get some information from them but all I could really understand is that 'bug people from space' were attacking. Okay. Right.

I left them, couldn't allow myself to be weighed down with crazy people. I reached Sherman that night. It was depressing. Scorched earth again. I slept on a hill over Sherman watching the scene going on below. They were something not human that was for sure. I woke up the next day to something moving. It was close. I raised my head to see one of the 'bug people' digging around and doing something in the bushes about ten feet down. Standing up and shooting it was easy, I caught it totally unawares. The next five rounds weren't so easy because it started charging me. Apparently just one .30-06 round isn't enough for these guys. The corpse was interesting enough, defintely bug people.

I felt a lot better after knocking off an invader and went on the move again deciding that I didn't want to be near an outpost of them. Besides, I think they may have heard the gunshots. It took me three days avoiding the invaders to find a group of people, they were vying for revenge as much as me. Actually it took me three days to find any people, really I'm lucky I noticed their campsite. No names were really passed around. Your weapons were your own. It was very unorganized and I knew we were doomed for failure. We were lucky it never got off the ground.

AFS showed up with a dropship and started hand picking people. Apparently nine years of ROTC and a job in law enforcement gives me a survival ticket. I still remember the screaming faces of those we had to leave behind. It's good to have some rage in this kind of war. When we arrived we all got dumped into recruit boot camp. They asked for a name. My old life is gone, time for a new one. I gave them Septumus, the seventh. It has a personal meaning which I won't even go in to with you. So here I am. The bane took everything away from me so my life really has no meaning except revenge. It's what I live for these days... Making them die and if I can swing it... Suffer.

Main

septumus — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 17:42:32 CST

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Avery

Serene_Enigma — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 11:28:03 CST

Name: John Alan Avery
Rank: Private
Class: Sniper
Gender: Male
Timezone: EST (GMT -?)

Back-story

John was born November 11th, 1979 in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Raised by a single mother with his younger half-sister, John's small clan had it rough. Mom worked all the time to provide for her children while he was tasked with many of the domestic duties around the many project apartments they shuffled too and from. Showing an early interest in books and music, Mom fostered in him a romance with some of the finer things in life. In high school, like most kids,John was awkward and didn't have many friends. He was a band geek and a bit of a shut-in until his sophomore year when a new student arrived. Her name was Sara and he instantly fell in love. She was a punk rocker of the finest degree, and showed him world of grace, and mystery that he had only read about in the words of Lord Byron. Sara inspired him to begin his career as a struggling punk rock musician and poet. With her, his life was complete. They were married shortly before the invasion, and on the day of it, he found out that he would be a father. His elation was short lived. The Bane attacks nearly destroyed his his mind. Though he had read many works of science fiction, from Orson Scott Card, to Asimov, and Arthur Clark, he had always hoped that First Contact would be a peaceful and highly magical thing. he was wrong. When he found out that he was a receptive, it was more a curse than a blessing. He would have gladly die with his family. Fate was not so kind. Now as a part of the AFS, his whole world has behind torn apart, and the only thing that keeps him from putting a sonic pistol in his mouth, is the anger and sadness and thoughts of returning to "bury the dead" on Earth. He must get through the Bane to do that.

Verghast

Serene_Enigma — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 11:27:43 CST

Name: Naomi Verghast (OOC Verghast has more than one char, but Im too lazy to list them all)
Rank: Private
Class: Grenadier
Gender: Female
Timezone: PST (GMT -8)

Backstory

-PRE-
Born and raised in Eastern Germany, part of a somewhat militaristic family. She was raised to appreciate the finer points of history, and artillery to go with it, specifically the larger German tanks of World War II. Such a fascination aided her decision to enlist even before the early days of the Invasion. Despite her quiet nature and placement in a special forces unit (dubbed 'Himmel und Hölle' -- Heaven and Hell, for their mixed ranks, and mixed theaters of battle), she maintained her love of larger weapons and tended to be of aid when 'going loud' was required.

-POST-
Berlin was hit hard. One of the major global cities, it was a primary strike target. Most of H&H were on leave for the holidays, visiting their families, most of them in Berlin. Naomi had been lucky, she wasn't in the city proper, her family having moved years ago to the south edge of East Germany. Of course, as a soldier, she was required to assist in any way possible. Her father, stubborn old veteran as he was, vowed not to leave his land, and was last seen loading his old K98.

Naomi ended up meeting splinters and fragments of the military, hastily organized at triage centers, refugee camps, anywhere a running battle could be fought to buy just a little more time... for what, few rank and file soldiers knew. For days they fought like jackals, moving by night, sleeping underground by day. Their pale skin became even paler, fueling rumors of 'Ghosts' hunting isolated Bane groups, doing little damage but delaying the grotesque space lobsters.

Verghast. Jericho Verghast. Few truly believed it was his real name, the odd old engineer had been integral in securing the small number of men and women. After days of running and fighting, they had at last cleared the city, and in the hills Jericho's ramblings about alien artifacts and portals finally came to truth. A small AFS landing zone, and the salvation of the small group now known as the Verghast... Ghosts by any other name.

Dewaste

Serene_Enigma — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 11:27:32 CST

Name: Alordo Dewaste
Rank: Private
Class: Grenadier
Gender: Male
Timezone: EST

Backstory

He was a career soldier on Earth. He'd fought in several conflicts from Afghanistan and Iraq to skirmish battles the government doesn't acknowledge. When the Bane attacked Earth, he was ordered to secure a wormhole gate. When they found he was a receptive, he was ordered to go through and help secure the other side. He has been on his own for awhile until he was located by the AFS and told to report for duty. They would try to help him find a unit to join.

Sly Fox

Serene_Enigma — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 11:26:23 CST

Name: Sylvester "Sly Fox" Renard
Rank: Peon
Class: Engineer
Gender: Male
Timezone: EST (GMT -?)

Backstory

Sylvester lived life as a con-artist, moving from one mark to the next with a certain maniacal glee. A bit of a self styled ladies man, he'd often get in trouble with the law only to somehow come clean because there was little real evidence left that was conclusive, or he'd somewhat even CHARMED the people he had stolen from.

He doesn't say much about the events of the invasion, as if it almost is something to gloss over when talking about his life up until this point. He claims there's enough sorrow and tragedy in this world already and there's no point in him adding to it all, so why not smile and wink and show those Bane who's on the winning team.

He's been the quartermaster for several outfits over the past two years, and has done well for himself. His natural aptitude for machinery and "making things work" has earned him quite a name for himself. Along with his receptive ability, he's someone who knows he's valuable, and flaunts that aspect as much as he can.

The only difficulty he has is fitting in with authority. He's better on the outskirts of the AFS, making deals and tinkering up ideas but not being forced to answer to any higher general directly. When he is forced into such situations, he often somehow gets out of strenuous duties such as hard labor by making some kind of side offer or bribe.

In any outfit, he's always the "man who gets things." If asked just how ethical his methods are, his answer would always be "Look, you HAVE it, don't you? Don't ask questions when the answer doesn't matter. Now pay up."

One thing of note is he must have REALLY good connections, because sometimes he plays a hand that shows a very high ranking power can get him out of certain situations. He doesn’t seem like enjoy playing the card often, and honestly will sometimes go through hell when he could easily just make a call… but now and then, he has been known to make one call and suddenly all problems surrounding him just seem to melt away.

Nie

Serene_Enigma — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 11:25:01 CST

Name: Dahgwood Nie
Rank: Private
Class: Engineer
Gender: Male
Timezone: Eastern Standard Time (GMT -4)

Backstory
A lonely man working as a stationary engineer in a posh hotel searching for a connection. wanting to belong to somemthing in the first city hit. Had it not been for his slight anti-social tendencies and " zombie plan" fantasy. He might not have made it. Always was much better with machines and technology then communicating with humanity. When the flyers filled the sky he was on the roof ,12 stories over the invading walkers. spending an untold number of month in a machine room squirreling away on borrowed goods from the hotel kitchen .Gathering what information was available from a hot wired satelite dish array and enjoying an endless supply of free pay-per-view movies. Facing harm, is forcibly removed from the hotel and sent through the wormhole to serve the cause of humanity. Interested far less in the saving of mankind and more in the gear and guts hes gets to play with. Actively seeking to belong to a family never had, this begins his tale of service to the AFS.

Kye

Serene_Enigma — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 11:24:33 CST

Name: Alandra “allie-cat” Kye
Rank: Private
Class: Sniper
Gender: Female
Timezone: Pacific (GMT -8)

Backstory

Fill in a detailed backstory for your character (pre and post invasion). Before the invasion she was an up and coming chef in Portland, Or. Her bistro Kye’s had won rave reviews by the food critics for her new spin on vegetarian fare. Like any true Pacific Northwestern she LOVED the outdoors and spent as much time as she could up at her Grandfather’s old cabin in the cascades. She was there, taking some much needed vacation, when the invasion hit. It turns out her grandfather had been part of a special AFS task force years ago that had helped research the Thrax ship found in 1946. Her family knew nothing of this and thought that he was a long haul trucker. Before his death he had his old unit promise to keep tabs on her and get her off world when the invasion hit. They found her helping to try to fight the bane in the small town near the cabin.

Vanos

Serene_Enigma — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 11:24:21 CST

Name: Caleb Vanos
Rank: Private
Class: ExoBiologist
Gender: Male
Time Zone: Eastern (-5 GMT)

Backstory

Caleb, and his twin brother Mason, along with younger sister Danai, grew up in a small town just on the outskirts of Bozeman, Montana. Though his family was average middle class, they enjoyed a good life. At the age of 18, Caleb and his brother enlisted in the Marine Corp, much to the dismay of their parents. Danai, being three years younger than the twins had plans to go to college, and "make something of herself" as she disliked the military. During their service, each twin displayed a strong aptitude for the life of a soldier. With his stoic attitude, and strong sense of right, Mason was the ideal Marine and quickly volunteered for Force Recon duty. Caleb on the other hand, had a more quiet persona and caring attitude. When the opportunity presented itself he signed up for a Medical Brigade and become a medic.

During his time in the military he developed a reputation for helping friendly and enemy wounded alike on the battlefield, and never going into combat without his bible and his boots on, but sometimes without a gun. Caleb often slept with both on him so he would always be ready if the call to fight came. His fellow marines chided him frequently by calling him "preacher". Which always served to amuse Caleb as he never once tried to preach anything to anyone. When asked by a bunkmate why he carried the bible since he did not seem very religious, he said he carried it to remind him to think there was a higher power working towards making the world, the universe, a better place and he was there to help make it happen.

He served his country for his term of 6 years and then, unlike his brother who now planned to be a career marine, left the Corp for civilian life. He liked helping and healing people, but had no desire to strike it rich, so after the military he trained and became a paramedic with a local ambulance service in Bozeman. Then the invasion happened, and everything changed. For months he heard the reports, watched the news, there had been no word from his brother and the world was never going to be the same again. One day, a colonel from the AFS shows up at his door. He tells him that his brother has been recruited into a special ops unit and that he thinks Caleb would make a fine addition to as well. Without a moments hesitation, he told the colonel he was ready to leave right then and there. He knew what he had to do. He was going to war. He would learn to use the enemies strengths and weaknesses against them. He would save as many lives as he could.

Tadashii

Serene_Enigma — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 11:23:46 CST

Name: Kyouran Tadashii
Rank: Private
Class: Grenadier
Gender: Male
Time Zone: Mountain (-7 GMT)

Backstory

Unable to remember his identity, a young man was striken with amnesia during
the initial Bane invasion. His first memory begins with him awakening in a
camp in the wilderness. One person approached him and told him that he was
"lucky" before explaining what was happening. To the young man, none of it
seemed all that lucky.

With no signs of his memory returning and nameless, the young man cooperated
with the people who ran the camp. During the short period of time he spent
with the people at this camp, he discovered a few things about himself. The
first was that he could only understand a little "English" and a little
"Japanese", and he didn't know the meaning of most words. The second was
that he was short and did not appear muscular. The third was he possessed
strength and agility that belied his physical stature. A man who claimed to
be a physician, and who was the one to tell him he had "amnesia", explained
to him that his strength came from training the smaller muscles of the body.
Whatever the reason for his strength, it meant that the young man was easily
underestimated.

It wasn't long until the Bane found the camp. When the young man saw
innocents he had come to know as his friends slaughtered before his eyes, he
showed no mercy. To him, these creatures were brittle, weak and slow, but
their numbers were overwhelming. It wasn't long until only he and a handful
of others were left when AFS dropships picked them up and carried them away.

When the AFS asked the young man to register his name, one of the camp
survivors wrote in for him "Kyouran Tadashii" without saying a word to him.
It was then that he decided how much he hated the Bane. The way he
saw it, the Bane had stolen his life from him twice: the first is the one he
no
longer remembers, the second was the one he tried to start at the camp.

It wasn't long until the young man learned the meaning of his new name:
Kyouran Tadashii...Righteous Fury.

Soahl

Serene_Enigma — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 11:20:08 CST

Name: Codie "Claymore" Soahl
Rank: Sergeant
Class: Spy
Gender: Female
Timezone: PST (GMT -8)

Back-story

She'd always had an affinity for going around unnoticed. At first, it was like a curse. She'd blend in with whatever was going on around her as if she were just a natural part of the scenery. Just one of those people, nothing glaringly remarkable or obviously flawed. Average in just about every way it'd seem.

Then she graduated from school and went into college. She'd blossomed into something of a looker. Not very much by far, but a naturally high metabolism and a family history of lean, athletic types had paired well with a lucky genes which granted her a well formed body. Even then, though, she somehow always managed to stay in the background, always a part of the scenery. She always fit in, everyone always assumed she was supposed to be there. Just one of those people.

That's one of the reasons she joined the National Guard. She wanted to be noticed. The other reason was for money. She never had very much, her family was lower middle class. Made just enough money to exempt her from government financial aid but not enough to actually be able to support her at all in her educational endeavors. Rather early on in her time in the Guard, just as Boot was nearing the end, she was approached by a man speaking about a strange alien language and saying that she was what he called a Receptive. He explained the situation and she joined after testing to see just how receptive she was.

Then the Bane struck. Like many others, she doesn't talk about that day. She doesn't discuss her past in much detail. It's behind her and she's moved on. She's driven, now.

-

Recently, she's been with Synergy. She worked with them for a long while, and still does. She's well versed in the use of a blade, definitely not recently trained. When she was given authorization to use it, she picked one up and handled it like a pro. Sly owes her a guitar, she's met and chatted with a number of people. There's really not much to say.

Gunsmith

Serene_Enigma — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 11:19:28 CST

Name: Sarah Gunsmith a.k.a. Sarah Anderson “Gunsmith 2250”
Rank: Sergeant
Class: Guardian
Gender: Female
Timezone: GMT +1

Backstory

She was born into an upper-middle class family, and lead an almost
stereotype childhood, doing well in school and easily admitted into
college. After a mugging incident involving her and a close friend she
began to notice a gift for understanding tactical situations. By the
time she finished college a drive had developed in her to do something
more meaningful in her life. Joined the police department and served for
over 8 years, eventually becoming one of the first female SWAT officers.
She was dishonorably discharged after repeated abuse of force, though
eventually she was hired into a private paramilitary organization, Gunsmith.

Gunsmith is activated and attached to what would become the AFS for the
duration of the Earth invasion. They are given simulated rank and
standing orders to aid in the repulsion of the Bane from Earth.
Officially the operatives are still under Gunsmith’s control. Post
invasion all command and control of Gunsmith has been severed, left
behind on earth. The remaining units are scattered across the new worlds
without any clear objective.

Bonaux

Serene_Enigma — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 11:18:57 CST

Name: Noc Bonaux
Rank: Sergeant
Class: Medic
Gender: Male
Timezone: Pacific Standard Time (GMT-8)

Backstory

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