» Sat May 28, 2011 12:26 am
OOC: Not quite to your specifics, but this is one of my favorite sheets, and I only had to make a few adjustments, so... Additionally, the bio's short, but I'll think of something as we go along. Oh yes, the reason I'm putting this up here is cause I figure it's better to be here in the beginning, though I won't be able to make a post every hour like I know RPs go around here, so you'll have to bear with me.
Name: Orson Ashcroft
Race: European Caucasian
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Faction: Invisible Faction
Rank: Sergeant
Physical Description: He has light brown hair that is slicked back, with a small portion hanging forward over his right eye. His eyes are equally brown, and have dark bags underneath. He had a semi-thick beard and gaunt cheeks. He's fairly muscular and is more than capable of some heavy lifting if need be, but presents that aura of nobility that would make people assume he would never sink that low. He has a thin, faded scar on his right cheek and another crossing his abdomen, which is not faded. His skin has a dark tan, but not enough to look unhealthy. Overall, he looked to be a very serious and driven man, not one to joke with.
Mental Description: Orson often acts like a man possessed. He was follow any order, no matter what it is, to the letter. He acts only with a singular purpose in mind, and while he is more than capable of deception, he will only do so to help accomplish his mission. Despite his rank, he is not a particularly effective leader, preferring to take orders rather than give them. That said, in times of crises, he is perfectly capable of taking charge.
If necessary, he will not hesitate to give his life or the lives of others for the mission and the overarching objective. Anything that gets in the way of that has no chance of living in his eyes. He's extremely cold and unfriendly for the most part, though those that have served for long periods of time know him better than most, and he may act almost friendly with them in times of ease. Once danger becomes apparent however, all pretenses of friendliness drop, and he becomes nothing more than another soldier in the crowd. (He's not a loner, not really. He's willing to talk and socialize, he just won't be very nice.)
He feels that he has no time for relaxation, and is so driven is his objectives that he may go without sleep for days at a time while he works. Any attempts at helping him with this issue is usually met with passive hostility, which is to say that he won't physically lash out for interruptions.
Armor/Clothing: He wears a set of gleaming, metal armor that shines like silver. He has no helmet, preferring to go into battle with a full range of vision. On the back of the armor is a name written into the metal. It's his, and directly above it is his wife's, Monica.
Underneath it is a regular shirt and pants, both a light blue. It shows beneath his armor in places, giving it a bit more color than the standard. This tends to make him stand out.
Weapons: He wields a simple M4 carbine with no attachments, though it is in good condition. He has two P-35 pistols, both in shoulder holsters for an easier draw. In addition, he has a trench knife strapped to his right leg.
Bio: Orson is a descendant of a family of Londoners, who were brilliant scientists that worked in genetics. Everyone aside from Orson has been a geneticists, but he preferred combat to writing papers and experiments. This earned him some disapproval, but he has a glorious record in the military, with no failed missions.