Garth "Iron Foot" Hood

Name- Garth "Iron Foot" Hood

Race- Caucasian, Male

Age- 32

Rank - Command Sargeant Major (ARMY)

Rank insignia -

Allegiance- America

Skills- Vehicle Maintenance, Driving, Vehicle Gunnery, Vehicle Hijacking, slight CQC experience, imaginative uses for things not meant to be used that way

Weapons- MP4 Machine pistol (full auto/two round burst firing modes, 9mm ammunition, 80 round clip, weighs about 3 pounds empty, 1800 rpm fire rate, high power flashlight strapped to the side) - M2011 standard issue pistol (semi auto, 9mm ammunition, 12 round clip, 1 pound empty) - XM9 special operations combat knife - Tonfa with wrist strap (issued to himself through his volunteering into the military)

Personality- Extremely friendly, however, he will hold a grudge for a long time.

Bio- Garth loves to drive tanks. In fact, he has almost turned it into an art form. He managed to save an "Inferno Tank" from falling through an icy river by making a large "bridge" of logs from nearby fallen trees (He had put them in vertical so they would stick above the water for the tank). His love of tanks, along with driving fast, earned him the nickname "Iron Foot" because "he drives too damn fast to have a lead one!" HE has an odd hobby of beat boxing when driving, except in formal occasions, of course.

Appearance-

Has mirrored sunglasses on all the time, except at night or in a tank or building. Muscles are visible, but not excessively so. Hair is brown and short, almost a buzzcut. Facial hair consists of stubble. Three silver rings on his right middle finger "so it's easy to tell when I'm telling you to fuck off." A small Chistmas bell on his left wrist "so the last thing you remember when you wake up is jingle-jingle." Everything else is standard issue American army issue uniform. Voice has a Texan accent, but with more gravel to it. His eyes are pale blue, which look white if just glanced at.


IN PROGRESS

Name: Arrun Yanus
Race: Romanii
Age: 23

Magics: Light, Wind, Lightning
Schools of Magic: Destruction, Illusion

Strengths: Manipulation of enemies using illusions due to light magic, prediction of enemy combat moves, increased speed and jump height due to wind magic, powerful and precise ranged hits due to lightning magic
Weaknesses: Ranged combat where lightning is ineffective, lack of force behind blocks (needs to redirect force or avoid altogether), lack of powerful weaponry

Personality: Toying, always making jokes. Always tries to make someone laugh, or at the very least, smile. Is always optimistic. Lightens up almost any situation.

Appearance:

Insignia: (to better see insignia, open it in new window or tab)

Weapon: Known as Arma Lux. It is a wrist blade, on his right hand. Folds back against arm for concealment.

Weapon personality: To the point, helpful, polite. Always willing to help others. In combat, it is quiet, thoughtful, precise.

Fighting style: Predicts enemy movement and counters it, or avoids it. Avoiding almost always results in a light cut or small stab, while countering usually leads to disorientation or misdirection or even sending someone off balance. Utilizes the "Death of a Thousand Paper Cuts" approach when it comes to combat. Every little bit helps, and time will eventually let you win.


Biography: Arrun learned to utilize deception and misdirection when he went to the combat school. He found it to be the most profitable to his personality and style to life. He soon was able to craft his own weapon, which he let name itself. His first encounter with combat came from a Demon infiltration team, which had killed his parents immediately after he graduated from war school. He was only able to survive, not inflict any damage, until the authorities arrived, causing them to scatter, leaving the young adult badly wounded and shaken and scarred. The authorities captured two of the four, who were soon put to death, preventing him from learning anything as to why or who the other two were. He has been looking for any lead on this line of information ever since.

His childhood was almost perfect, althought both his mother and father served in the military, the mother as a frontline soldier, and the father as a logistics officer, handling communications and orders from command to the frontlines. Due to this, he didn't grow up in the Angelic lands, mostly growing up on Irth. It was only once they both got some leave time did they manage to go home. Both of his parents' weapons are on display at his home, a double-bladed sword and a spiked shield. He will clean and maintain them, every week, in honor of his parents.

WIP

Name- Nerim Cerlish
Race- Revaer
Age- 23

Skills- Powerful strikes and swings, using magic with weapon strikes, fluid movements on combat
Weaknesses- Attacking shielded enemies, using magic for long bursts of time, clumsy when walking or running over rough terrain

Magics- Water, Ice, Light
Schools of Magic- Destruction, Alteration

Personality- Blunt, to the point. Never bothers with social restrictions such as politeness. Always gives his opinion directly as it is, to the person whom it belongs.

Weapon- A small scythe on a length of chain - Meris
--Appearance- http://th02.deviantart.net/fs28/PRE/i/2008/146/c/8/Scythe_of_the_Death_King_by_Sathiest_Emperor.jpg
(Take away the color, and the clock near the joint)

Insignia- https://i.servimg.com/u/f42/16/52/44/71/biohaz10.jpg

Theme song- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ot0D8zbWdWw