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Name: Avalon Blanche

Codename: The Divine Hand

Gender: Female

Age: 36

Job: Assassin

Appearance: Avalon is the twisted image of the perfect woman. She is about five feet and nine inches tall, and weighs about 130 pounds. Her build is slim, smooth, streamlined, and curvaceous, her body parts perfectly in proportion. Her hair is long and completely straight, flowing like water with every movement of her body. Avalon’s face would fit the description of a goddess – perfectly sized eyes, an unobtrusive and minutely pointed nose, slightly thin but ideal lips. Her skin is smooth, like a newborn child’s; her arms and legs have an uncanny resemblance to the smooth and aerodynamic muscles of felines. Her fingers are slim, her toes unscarred and uncallused, all her nails evenly trimmed. From the top of her shoulders, to her perfectly sized breasts, past her smooth stomach, round but not quite whorish buttocks, down her hairless legs and to the bottom of her feet, she is beauty personified... If it were not for one flaw, one curse: Avalon is practically an albino. Her skin is white as bone, her hair a bleached white, her irises like glassy crystals, her lips the blue of frozen corpses.

Avalon’s style in clothing follows the general color scheme that her body has. Working from the lowest levels up, she has a white bra and panties, as well as white socks. Atop that, an almost skin-tight white sleeveless shirt and likewise nearly skin-tight shorts that barely reach halfway down to her knees. Over these basic garments, Avalon has a beautiful white silk sleeveless dress with basic white lace borders, and ends three-quarters of the way down her legs. To top it all off, Avalon has a thin silver coat with sleeves that are wider at the open end than in the middle, and likewise with the main body of the coat and the collar. Though her clothes aren’t exactly matching or follow the same style, they seem to fit gracefully on her gorgeous body. Despite her monotonous dressing and disturbing appearance, she is absolutely entrancing and can be resisted by few.

Personality: A woman of very few words, if any at all, Avalon sticks with what she knows best – killing. She feels no remorse for her victims, no pity for her enemies, and absolute devotion to her master, the mortal god. After her chaotic past, she has been left with very little caring for the world or anything around her. Avalon is almost always emotionless, exhibiting nothing but her own physical beauty and grace. She usually comes and goes without a word, performing her task quickly and efficiently – in the case that she does speak, her voice is always soft, and has the odd ability to carry its message through all sorts of chaotic sound and screams. She knows perfectly well exactly how people despise her and yet have a strange lust and attraction to her, and is far from hesitant on the subject of taking advantage of her charm and ability to awe men and even women into silence before killing them.

Weapons:

Judgment – Judgment is the only sword in Avalon’s inventory. It is a single-edged curved weapon forged from a strong, durable metal that is immune to rust and any form of decay that most metals are subject to, with a hilt made of a white plastic with an extremely high melting point. The sharpened edge of the weapon has an undulating wave-like pattern to it and has a similar, almost invisible design on the flat of the blade. Because of its design, Judgment has a strange mirage-like appearance when properly wielded, often confusing Avalon’s assigned victim. The time delay is always deadly. It is usually strapped to Avalon’s back.

Repentance – Avalon’s most deadly weapon, Repentance is a small and powerful silver pistol. It shoots bullets of an unknown caliber and design, the design of the specialized bullets a deep-rooted secret in the firearm business. The only things that are really known about the bullets are that they can never be found in a body and, should the victim somehow survive, release a poison of some sort that destroys literally every body system in the victim within hours and has no known cure. Repentance has a magazine capable of holding twelve bullets at a time. It is always on Avalon’s body.

Deliverance – The most used weapon in her inventory, and Avalon’s personal favorite. Deliverance is like a compact, one-handed automatic submachine gun, capable of firing bullets similar in style to Repentance, though lacking poison and can actually be found in corpses. Its magazine is capable of hold thirty-five rounds. It is an advanced weapon, able to absorb its own recoil and continue firing round after round after round. The weapon itself is black and small enough to conceal on the body.

Damnation – This rather large, two-handed missile launcher of sorts is Avalon’s least used weapon. Black and bulky are the perfect words to describe it. Damnation fires long, sharp, and highly explosive projectiles that have a long range as well as the useful side-effect of flinging highly damaging amounts of fire and plasma in multiple directions along its flight path, if the proper casing is placed on the cartridge. Otherwise, the missile does nothing more than hit its target and explode rather violently. Damnation looks a lot like an overly complex rifle.

Biography:

Avalon was the product of a brutal and twisted rape. Her mother was in the lower-middle class in society, a cute young aspiring journalist. At the age of twenty-one, Elizabeth Blanche was abducted, literally picked off the street and made into the slave of a man who had never been seen in her hometown before and since then has never returned. She was placed in confinement within the man’s home, was never allowed outside, but was fed properly and kept healthy, even given entertainment. There, Elizabeth was forced to endure what seemed to her to be every possible form of rape and every violation possible, subjected to fulfill a man’s twisted sexual desire. She was kept from committing suicide, and, after a few weeks, became pregnant.

Elizabeth’s torment continued throughout her pregnancy, though with obvious lessening in brutality as to preserve the baby. Somehow, the man, whose name was never spoken in the household, cared about the child. Nine months after conception, Elizabeth gave birth to a pale but healthy baby. The child was taken care of, fed, given toys, taught, and subjected to the knowledge that she and her mother were both slaves. On more than one occasion, Avalon was forced to watch her own mother’s pain, scarring her in an unimaginable way. Still, the hell she was in for had yet to begin.

On Avalon’s fourteenth birthday, her virginity was forcefully taken from her and the torture her mother had faced was eased onto her. For the next three years of her life, Avalon was pushed into a realm that went beyond the limits of insanity, given the torment that was expected for a devout sinner. She slowly progressed into a psychotic, hateful, and brooding young woman waiting for the chance to kill. Her mother’s death a year after her first violation of the body only added to her hatred. At long last, on her seventeenth birthday of all times, she was given the mistake she had so dearly longed for. The man had, for the first time in Avalon’s memory, come home drunk, and was standing, ready to fall over, at the door to Avalon’s area of confinement long enough to allow for her to smash her way through, grab the nearest pointed object, and rip out his throat, eyes, stomach, tongue, and genitals.

At that point, Avalon escaped. She grabbed whatever she thought she would need, stuffed it into a large bag, and ran. It took her about five minutes to run into a man who would twist her seething rage into a controlled power. This man was an assassin, a contract killer, one of the elite that many parties relied on in times of need. He was the man who abducted Avalon, forced into her mind an understanding of the world, and taught the young woman he had found with bloodied hands the way of survival by murder.

In time, Avalon discovered the Order, and became entranced with the concept of the mortal god. She assisted, and became of great value to the Order – at least she was told this. Avalon has yet to meet the mortal god, but is content with being able to deal out death to the race she was tormented by – even if she was human...

Name: Valkyer Fane

Codename: The Messenger

Gender: Male

Age: 37

Job: Hunter

Appearance: Valkyer Fane is a mammoth looking brute. He stands just at eight feet tall. His skin is pale and weathered, appearing more like leather then normal flesh. Its surface covered with thousands of scars and burns that cover his entire body. Val is muscular and wide. His short hair is pitch black, and his eyes are light blue in color. Val usually wears a large dark red robe, unless he is on the hunt. Val then wears heavily plated black body armor. Steel covered boots, and leg guards, matching his Black heavy chest plate. Shoulders bulge with metal spikes that protrude from the surface. The armor extends down his arms to his bladed steel gauntlets. His dark Red robe is replaced by a large cape of the same color. The velvet is severely torn, leaving only strips hanging behind him.

Personality: To put it simply, Valkyer is insane. His beliefs are twisted to the point that it could no longer be considered a religion. He is called the Messenger, for he believes himself to be just that. The Messenger of the Mortal God. He claims he can speak directly to him. Others have reported seeing the Messenger speaking to himself. Valkyer considers himself a priest of the Order. He uses pain to cleanse his body of sin. Few have witnessed this cleansing ritual, but Valkyer seems to draw more pleasure from his punishments then pain. His Madness makes him completely unstable and extremely dangerous. His loyalties remain true to his faith, and have made him a powerful weapon of The Order.

Weapons: The Messenger's weapons are just as powerful and unorthodox as he is. Valkyer carries what appears to be a giant cross, about six feet high, and four feet across. Inside this cross however is a container for mass destruction. The Cross has four weapons that appear through access hatches that open on each end of the cross. The top of the Cross holds a Rocket Launcher. The rockets are large however and the Cross can only hold one at a time. Two spare rockets are kept on The Messenger. One behind each leg. Their outer casing is armored to prevent accidental detonation. The Rockets are low tech, and only fire a straight shot from where they were aimed.

The right side of the Cross contains a modified Grenade Launcher, that fires non-lethal canisters that release a volatile gas that causes everyone who is unfortunate enough to get caught in its reach to experience nausea, vomiting, swelling of the throat, and eyes, and temporary blindness. The Launcher holds six rounds, and The Messenger has no extra ammo for the launcher.

The left side of the Cross hides a Flame Thrower. The Flame Thrower has an effective range of 20 yards, and completely incinerates anything within 10. The Fame Thrower can only be used in short bursts however, for Fuel for the weapon is in short supply.

The bottom of the Cross reveals a Gatling Gun, that fires bullets at extremely high velocity. The rotating barrels unleash hundreds of bullets in mere seconds. Most of the length of the bottom side of the Cross is used to house the mammoth clip for the gun. The Gatling Gun must also be used in short bursts, for it is prone to overheating.

Biography: Not much is known about The Messenger's past. It is rumored that he was raised by a respective clergyman of the Order. One day he just seemed to appear within the Church. Nobody had seen him before. It is said, that Valkyer lived in the Church and was kept in an underground basement beneath it. Some say that Valkyer was beaten by his keeper, and that one day Valkyer fought back, and killed the clergyman. Some say much worse. All that is known for sure though, is one day a member of the Order was found dead, and a Goliath of a man appeared to take his place. Valkyer is a hunter for the Order. He tracks down the Sinners and brings them into the faith, dead... or alive.

While Valkyer claims to get his orders directly from the Mortal God, it is unknown how much actual contact the Messenger has with him, if any at all. While most just consider him, completely insane. They can't deny the fact that somehow he does the will of the Mortal God, and has become a valued member of the Order.

Name: Alessia Isabela Febrizio

Codename: N/A

Age: 19

Job: doctor’s assistant

Appearance: Alessia comes from two Italian parents; as a result, she possesses a fiery, spicy look. She is a bit on the short side at 5’ 4”, but don’t let her size fool you. She has thick, dark curls. Her eyes are soft and brown, but when she becomes angry, they possess a fire that is rather intimidating. Her skin is bronzed and her cheeks coppery. She generally relies on very little make-up, considering it has become much harder to come by.

Because Alessia is a doctor’s assistant (and also acts as a doctor for the Freedom Fighters), she dresses simply. Generally she wears a white dress secured around her waist with a large belt. Although she is usually considered very pretty, she doesn’t wear anything fancy. The only part of her ensemble that is even remotely expensive is her necklace. It is an intricate pattern of twisted vines, studded with emeralds and rubies that form leaves and flower buds.

Personality: Alessia does not rely on anyone. She is by no means cold or antisocial, but she fills her purse herself and is very independent. Ainsley is level-headed and brave, but she is also quite stubborn. If she believes that something is right, she will cling to her ideas and refuse to let go.

She has a good work ethic and is quick and neat in everything she does, including her tasks as a doctor’s assistant. Because Alessia had a horrific experience which provided as a motivation for her desire to help the Freedom Fighters, she has studied the parts of the body and knows how to cure most maladies and injuries. She can deftly sew up a jagged wound, she has a knowledge of most herbal cures and medicines, and she can keep her cool even in the most dire situations.

Weapons: Alessia is not much of a fighter. Instead, she relies more on her intelligence and helps the movement by caring for their injured. Still, Alessia does have a few weapons for her own safety. They are generally hidden beneath her dress. Strapped to one long leg is a small pistol, strapped to the other is a knife. Although Alessia does not become at all sick at the thoughts of surgery or stitching people up, she does hope that she will never have to plunge her dagger into anyone or shoot at point-blank. Still, the feel of the weapons against her legs does remind her to always be on her guard.

Biography: Alessia Isabela Febrizio was born to Celino and Adelina Febrizio. Celino was twenty-five; Adelina was twenty-one. Adelina was somewhat of a classic beauty, desired by most men in her small rural village. However, it was the new worker, Celino, that caught her attention. They were married in a small ceremony, migrated to Malliy, and planned to make a better life for themselves. After a year, Adelina had a baby girl. They named her Ainsley Isabela.

Alessia was a precocious child, always eager to try new things and meet new people. When she was four years old, Adelina developed a strange illness. The doctors couldn’t figure out what it was, so tiny Alessia and Celino had to watch their beautiful wife and mother slowly fade away. Adelina was buried in a small ceremony.

Alessia was too young to understand completely what had happened. All she knew was that her mother wouldn’t be coming back. Although the full impact didn’t hit her, she did become more quiet, thinking more and talking less. Celino struggled to support his daughter, but he did manage to make ends meet.

When Alessia was fourteen, Malliy was attacked. Men stormed into the Febrizios’ small apartment. It was chaos; furniture was thrown everywhere, Celino wrestled with the men, Alessia screamed and sobbed. She watched in horror as her father was shot. She tried to fight back, but she was thrown to the floor and hit her head on a chair. Alessia blacked out.

When she awoke, everything was silent. Celino lay limp on the floor. Alessia tried to wake him up, but it was all to no avail. She sobbed for hours, crying into her father’s shirt. It was that day that she realized the the Order of the Dying Sun had to be stopped. She also knew that she was no fighter; her emotions were too closely linked with her actions that she couldn’t trust herself to put them all to the side and listen only to what was rational.

Alessia begged a local doctor to take her on as his assistant, and she learned quickly. She was exposed to every imaginable situation as civilians were brought in injured and dying. It was much more effective that any medical course at a professional institution would be. Because Alessia was young and beautiful, she could get most of the things she wanted. She could infiltrate when needed, but more importantly, she could get away with more things than most men and older women could.

Now Alessia assists the Freedom Fighters with her medical abilities and has become a valued, indisposable member of the group. Without Alessia Febrizio, there would be many more casualties than would be necessary.

I couldn't resist joining. Here is my application...

Name: Isha Nibast

Codename: Era Phoenix

Gender: Female

Age: 29

Job: Freedom Fighter/Teacher

Appearance: Isha tends towards your dapper schoolteacher. She is tall, at least to her students, actually ending up around 5'7'' when the measurements come in. Her appearance is slim, without any serious curves. In fact, Isha almost looks like a walking stick. Certainly her normal wardrobe of a brick-red suit with a tan skirt helps to enhance this view. She has dark blond hair that she pulls into a ponytail without flourish. Taking care of children does that to a person. Her dark green eyes are normally arranged in a smile, but on the occasion do narrow into dangerous slits. When this happens, the phrase "eyes shooting daggers" suddenly seems less of a metaphor. She does not wear glasses, although the dark circles under her eyes make them unecessary. With slim fingers she handles her class in a mixture of patience, discipline and irritation. Her cheeks are normally flushed, contrasting sharply with the skin under her eyes, an effect that makes it seem as if she is constantly standing in shadow. Sometimes this helps with misbehaving tykes.

As a Freedom Fighter, Era trades in her skirt for tight, comfortable shorts. She removed the jacket to reveal (for what else would it do?) a slim, sleeveless black shirt. She commonly wears a short vest over the shirt (also black, in case there was any doubt) and sports a thick belt around the lower half of her waist. If anything, this is the one look her body can pull off.

Personality: A motherly instinct has been fostered in this one, along with a strong sense of right and wrong. Isha has a very empathetic side, which helps when dealing with little children. It also aids her in deciding when people have gone beyond their limit and are vulnerable. This trait makes it hard for her to ever kill someone, which is an unfortunate side-effect of such a personality. However, it also makes Era an ideal recruiter for the freedom fighters. She has an uncanny ability to sniff out possible members and another one to relate to them.

However, Isha tends to like being in charge, and treats many around her like children. She is not afraid to let someone know that they could be doing better, and even though this usually comes with suggestions it is still annoying in that special way that only a teacher can make it. Still, Isha is caring and honest, preferring to teach through example instead of hypocrisy. She has her moments of extreme irritation, but they are usually followed with some sort of sign to let you know that she both recognizes her failures and accepts yours. She has yet to get really angry, and can keep most of her extreme emotions under control. That is, unless you threaten her students. Then she might become nasty.

Weapons: Era has a lovely assortment of small weaponry. She prefers something with a good grip, something that can be used at a long distance. Therefore, her weapons consist of two throwing daggers, which she usually manages to get on target, sleek handled creations with thin blades and extremely thick sheaths that rest against her legs. She also sports a small gun to be used in emergencys only. The gun is kept tucked under her arm at all times, either hidden by her vest, as Era, or her jacket, as a schoolteacher. It is black and packs a punch, but Isha dislikes its killing capability and the fact that it could also hurt someone she cares about. She is much more at home with the throwing knives she controls fully.

In addition to these, for close combat she tucks away a metal rod, one that is normally about a hand's length but can grow up to five feet. Most of the time it is used as a pointer in the school, but is tough enough to serve as a defense against sharp objects if the occasion calls for it.

Biography: Isha Nibast was the oldest daughter of a family of five. She doted over her younger brother and four younger sisters, often helping her stay-at-home mom in between classes. Her father was also a teacher, and Isha believes she inherited her love of the craft from him. The family lived in content for the most part off of her father's small salary, with Isha attending a public school and then moving onto a public college.

However, money is always a good thing. When Isha’s father was offered a new job teaching, one that paid him almost double his salary, he couldn’t resist. At the time, Isha was finishing her first few college years and planning to be an assistant teacher for the spring. She eagerly accepted her father’s invitation to accompany him to his new job. Their mother, while skeptical of the new salary (a trait Isha never inherited), supported the transfer. Soon, Isha and her father started the new teaching job.

It wasn’t long before they both realized that they were feeding intelligent, impressionable students a load of propaganda. They had been employed by the Order. Both realized that danger to themselves and their families if they backed out, but neither wanted to continue training students for membership in the Order. Thus, they began their own teaching schedule, carefully avoiding mention of it when inspections came around (they did so every week). The students may have actually been learning some truth—or at least the father and daughter hoped they were breaking through.

Little did they know that they were a link for the Order into their town. One, or perhaps many, of their students betrayed them as soon as the Order prepared to take over the town. Both were fired. Soon after, the Order attacked. There was nothing Isha could do, for her family was one of the primary targets. Disobeying the order was punishable by death, and Isha and her father were forced to watch her mother and siblings as they were killed by subjects of the Order. When it came for their turn, the Order made a mistake. They took her father first.

Isha fought against the murderers like a caged animal, biting and scratching until she could get to her father. The killers turned their attention on her for a bit too long, enough to allow her father to sloppily dispose of a few of them. By that time, the small amount of people sent to dispose an “easy” family had been reduced in number and still facing two bloody, deranged people. Even though the father and daughter had never fought, they knew how to control and command and this lent them unexpected strength. While the killers tried to take down one, the other interfered.

Finally, and perhaps due to age, Isha’s father told his daughter to run the next time he distracted them. Blinded by fear and rage, Isha was in no position to argue. While the murderers went after her father, Isha ran like a coward out of the door.

She has never forgiven herself for those extreme emotions and the actions she accomplished due to them. She joined as a Freedom Fighter in order to remedy her mistakes and protect other children like her younger brother and sisters from the Order

Name: Herrmann Lucille

Codename: The Soldier

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Job: Freedom Fighter/Former Street Brawler

Appearance: Herrmann, when drawn up to his full height, is about 6 foot 2. He weighs roughly 150 pounds, which, at his height, is average. He is not fat, but not so skinny as to appear anorexic. His brown hair falls crazily, the strands falling all around his head, about 4 inches long and spaced apart by about an eight of an inch. His eyes are green opals set adjacent to the bridge of his nose. Beneath this nose is an oval of gleaming white outlined by deep red. His chest is heavily covered with scars from various events: fights with his brother and the invasion of the city, amongst other things. His sinewy arms are roughly two feet in length, ending in hands that are calloused from the hard work of cleaning, assembling and dispersal of his guns. His legs are the home to many finely etched muscles. He usually wears a brown overcoat, a black shirt, and black pants. The overcoat extends to about his knees, and there are multiple holsters on the inside. The black shirt is short-sleeved, extending only a few inches down his arms, and the pants are stitched with pink. Some people have called him out on this, saying he was a sissy. They all died, but not before apologizing to Herrmann.

Personality: Herrmann is a very violent person for the most part, and there are very few exceptions to this trend. One is anytime anyone begins to talk about his family. When they are brought up, he abruptly starts crying. However, this will not occur if someone says bad things about them. In this case, he simply starts a fight with the person, usually ending in a lot of pain for the opposing party. But under Herrmann’s violent exterior is a mind that is ever active, calculating his next move in a fight, and studying every aspect of his surroundings that could be used to that end. A soldier’s mind. When in fights, he is always determined to win and prove himself worthy of his name. Herrmann is a name that, in the German language, means Soldier, or army man, or warrior, or however else you wish to interpret it.

Weapons: Herrmann carries several guns with him at all times, which are holstered on the inner side of his overcoat. His primary weapon is an upgraded revolver that holds 10 rounds. The firing rate is drastically increased, as is the power of the weapon. This is called the Puma. His other weapons consist of a Tommygun, an automatic machine gun, and a sawn-off shotgun.

Biography: Herrmann was born in the city of Malliy to the humans Jessica and Kent Lucille. At the time of his birth, his brother Adray was almost three years old. As Herrmann matured, it became apparent that his name was well-given. He was always determined to win in any competition and he never backed out of a fight. As would be expected, though, this had a serious downside. He got into trouble for fighting often, and he wouldn’t back down even if he was sure to lose.

In time, his brother started sparring with him. His reasoning was that if Herrmann continuously fought against someone who was stronger than him, he himself would get stronger, and then he could win all of the fights he got himself into and avoid getting hurt. However, Herrmann’s increased strength was a double-edged sword. Although he won his fights more often, he became increasingly violent, arrogant and boisterous.

He became hard to control, and as soon as they could his parents kicked him out of the house to live on his own. He succeeded brilliantly at this, entering in street fights and winning enough money to keep an apartment. This, too, had a downside. Those who fought him and lost held grudges. On one particular occasion, Herrmann had been attacked by a man whose defeat had dragged him into an insane state, and the only thoughts that ran through his mind were those of revenge against Herrmann. Because of the danger of these people, he bought a revolver and modified it himself. The rest of the guns he now owns are ones that have had their barrels pointed at him in the past.

During the destruction that swept the city of Malliy, Herrmann had his parents and brother stolen from him. He has stayed in Malliy so that he may avenge them, and also so that he can prove himself worthy of what was, by this point, his name and title:Soldier.

Name: James Matheson

Codename: SmoKe

Gender: male

Age: 27

Job: former Marine/lunatic gunman

Appearance: Wears only a set of cami pants and boots. SmoKe is very buff and stands about six foot two. His hair is long, tangled and filthy with dried clots of blood and bits of human matter stuck into it. His thick brown beard is the same. Most of the time he is chained and muzzled, locked up in a tiny room. Sometimes he must be sedated or he gets out of hand and tries to escape. His body bears many scars from his head to his feet.

Personality: Wild and untamed SmoKe is sometimes described as a howling frenzy in battle. When released the best way to follow him is to follow the trail of blood and mutilated corpses. Most of the freedom fighters give him a wide berth because he does not distinguish friend from foe. Those rare few (usually the new people who don't know any better) who have seen him do his work say that he has killed whole squads of the Order by himself; a more infamous story that he once ripped a soldier's arm off and started to librally beat him with it.

Weapons:

Bowie knife. Eight inches long with a black blade. Has a brown leather handle with bronze handguard. Towards the base of the blade it turns into jagged bone cutter.

Dual-magnams. .57 magnam that holds fifteen bullets each. Rounds alternate between hollow point and armor piercing. One is built for a left-hander to allow dual-wielding.

Uzi. .44 caliber silver Uzi. Attached to a chain that can hang from Smoke's belt. A magazine of urianium tipped bullets is carried but hardly ever is loaded into the gun. Modified for a left hander.

C-4. Six kilos worth, has three timed detonators. Wrapped neatly in brown plastic bars.

Biography: James was in a 1100's divisions of marines. These marines were selected/volunteered to have all of their bones broken in multiple places multiple times, and they had there adrenal glands grotesquely enlarged. They were also mentally conditioned to go berserk while on the battlefield. They had a 96.7% sucess rate with a 70% death rate. Because of this most 1100's marines went insane with sichzophrenia, multiple personality disorder, post-traumatic stress syndrome, trichotillomania, bereavement, and depersonalization disorder.

Enter James Matheson, one marine that survived not one but three missions. After his third mission he makes a request to get out, and with no suprise his request is immediately granted. for some reason he is one of the few who doesn't show any signs of mental illness, and is able to maintain a stable lifestyle with his wife Beth.

Until one day he came home and in murderous fit of rage he beat his wife to death, suffering a major episode of PTSD. When he woke up from his beserker fugue he saw a bloody beaten pulp of flesh and clothes at his feet. To escape his guilt, he created a new personality called SmoKe, turning him into a monster (because only a true monster would do such a hideous deed). SmoKe is a primal beast full of rage and fury, with only a wish to kill and rend. To balance this out, he makes his original, and always internal personality, more merciful, more honest, more just and caring.

He lives only to kill and maintain the illusion of SmoKe to escape his guilt. On the other hand he doesn't want to kill and he wants SmoKe to go away; but then that would mean he would have to accept the blame which is unacceptable to him. So here he is, a man who fights with his hands and within his mind, trying to win battles on both fronts and yet never quite claiming victory in either.

He was found by Metal Foot after the freedom fighter leader had led a raid on a transport convey. After the skirmish was over Metal Foot was surprised to see the man chained and muzzled. Documents were discovered on the body of a dead officer that chronicled some of his biology and his insanity. Since then SmoKe is only unleashed in very carefully controlled circumstances. The only way to stop him was to let him tire himself out and succumb to unconsciousness. The decision to keep him alive is highly contested, most voices say that it would be best to put him out of his misery before he escapes and destroys the small resistance group.