Name: Commander, Lt. Monroe
Appearance: 5' 11", Hazel eyes, dark brown hair, muscular build, stocky.
Backstory: Was with the program for his third year, he is now a Lieutenant as well as the Commander for this division. Before he joined he was a simple farmer growing up as a child. He was kidnapped at the age of 13, not even having the skills and experience as the others. But that was his strength, for it proved the others wrong when it came to the 'tests'.
Name: Joey Carta
Appearance: Six foot five, brown eyes, silver hair, thin, muscular build
Backstory: Joey worked as a mercenary before hearing about the project, and when he wasn't on contract, he enjoyed hunting. Because of this, he's become both adept and lethal with rifles, pistols and knives.
Name: Marcy Alvery
Appearance: 5' 11", hazel eyes, black hair, medium build
Backstory: Marcy was a Dominion Marine, before she was taken. She had significant aptitude to close-quarters combat, often using anything ranging from knives to shotguns to flamethrowers. She has a nasty attitude pretty much anyone, but her attitude is less when she is with a squad or fireteam.
Name: Rhyst Thyke.
Age: Late twenties, isn't sure exactly.
Appearance: 5'10", green eyes, blond hair, skinny.
Backstory: Spent a good deal of his early life on the run to avoid the Ghost Program. He tried to use his psionic abilities to start a gang, but the Program caught up to him. However, during his capture he suffered brain damage, minimizing his psionic powers and his value to the Ghost Program. He was mind-wiped and encouraged to join the military. There are a few gaps in his memory.
Name: Ben Quill
Appearance: 6'0, 175 pounds, lean build, long black hair, light blue eyes.
Backstory: Unknown, (DUH DUH DUHHHHH). Seriously though, he passed out and has amnesia.
Name: Stefan (the Coldblooded)
Appearance: about 5' 6", lean, with ice blue eyes.
Backstory: Killer for hire.
5' 11" 180lb
Korhal civilian drafted into the military. Not exactly pleased but will make the best of the situation. Previous occupation was a miner. No special skills in any military training. Complete novice.
Appearance: 6'6", brown eyes, auburn hair, broad shoulders, large chest.
Back story: Ghost program reject. Has aversion to Psionics or 'magic' of any kind. After being rejected, I went to mercenary work as I didn't want to be re-socialized. I'm a pretty good shot, okay CQC, good at 'mechanics', for lack of a better description.
Name, age, gender: Daris McGill, Age 35, Male
Apperance: He shaves his head daily if he has a chance, if he isn't able to shave a nice orange fluff will start to spurt out disabling the drawing capabilities of his cranium. He stands above the average man at 6’2 with his dark green eyes, He generally wears a jumpsuit under whatever uniform he is given unless the uniform requires a different one, but refuses to give up his fingerless gloves unless forced to enter a powered suit. He has a average build of not to muscular, but not too fat.
Backstory and Previous jobs: Daris started life on a space platform orbiting a fringe world, Being the hub of spacecraft in dire need of repairs he was soon taken in by someone who was smart enough to take him as an assistant.
At the age of twelve quickly learned the man's trade of mechanics and for the next seven years he worked with the man almost forgetting he had a family at his “Home”. As a result of this he and his family grew distant from each other and acted as if neither existed.
When he turned nineteen he was dead set to explore the world below him and aide it with his adept skill in Mechanics. When he arrived he quickly seized a job as a mechanic for the colonial militia. For five years he worked repairing all sorts of things from the rare siege tank to the common powered armour suite, In his free time he took spare parts and made anything from makeshift weapons to MULE bots.
One day he was offered a much better job of being the replacement of a Hellion driver. He quickly accepted the job and fell in love of it instantly. Finding how painful it could be to drive with the all too common hand blisters he donned some fingerless gloves to reduce the pain as he drove on for the next ten years, as well as repairing his beloved machine. Once he turned thirty-four he retired from the militia and returned to the space platform to take his experiences and Hellion where it would be of some use than keeping colonists in line or getting the stray mutalisk in check.
He eventually was contacted by a shady looking person who had “Found out” he was looking for some sort of job, or anything for a matter, He was told of some.... Project, Nothing else was much said about it. He reluctantly signed up hoping on the inside that he would be available to put his hellion experience and mechanic experience to some useage.
Edited by CrymsonRaven on 11/20/2012 4:54 PM PST