Marcus Avian
Les jours avaient traîné pour moi, plein de quelques-uns à beaucoup de gens curieux à mon goût. Questions et regards curieux. Il y a des soupçons et de l'hostilité de la part de certains, pas qu'aucun d'eux ne m'a fait me sentir conscient ou anxieux. C'était juste épuisant. Avant, quand je m'étais échappée, mes interactions avec des étrangers avaient été minimes. Composé principalement de directions ou d'épaules bosselées. C'était tellement plus taxant, j'ai dû parler à ces gens (pas très accordé) et m'entendre avec eux. Tentative de s'intégrer, ou au moins de sortir du chemin quand les choses ont commencé à rouler. Ils pensaient tous que j'étais un Merc, une arme à louer grâce à l'histoire de Rin. C'était une bonne chose, ça ne me dérangeait pas. Si quelque chose m'a aidé à me sentir moins comme un objet appartenant à la branche des sciences et de la recherche militaires. J'ai apprécié.
La plupart de mon temps, soit j'ai passé dans la petite salle que j'avais été publié étudier les événements actuels et de rattraper le repos. Quand je n'étais pas là-dedans, j'étais soit dans l'armurerie, soit dans le gymnase, en train d'apprendre comment les derniers modèles de fusils de sniper fonctionnaient et de revenir à une sorte de routine quand il s'agissait de s'entraîner. La routine était réconfortante, c'était un plan établi qui se passait tous les jours sans échec. Il a donné aux voix moins d'occasions de me faire douter.
À l'heure actuelle, j'étais dans le mess nommé, hunkered dans un coin étudiant la "nourriture" que j'avais été couvert d'une fronce. Ça ressemblait à de la nourriture. J'ai goûté un peu comme ça, certainement senti comme ça. Mais il manquait quelque chose, et j'ai essayé aussi fort que possible de mettre mon doigt dessus... Puis Rin, ou le commandant, est retourné dans la pièce et a fait une annonce.
"Est-ce leur seule cause de détresse le champ d'astéroïdes?" J'ai finalement demandé, assis un peu et reposant mes coudes sur la table. C'était difficile de tomber dans l'un d'eux, non pas que cela n'est jamais arrivé, mais je ne pouvais pas aider mais être un peu paranoïaque. Je n'étais pas aussi mal que j'avais été quand j'avais trouvé Rin pour la première fois, mais c'était difficile de secouer une mentalité comme ça.
-Full Name: Justin "Bane' Case
-Age: 62
-Gender: Male
-Rebirth: Joined Rebirth at the age of 28. How ever was a member of the military long before that.
-Rank / Assignment: Lieutenant
-Call-sign: Zephyr
-Personality: Justin has pretty much two modes. Nonchalant or I'll kill you serious. There is a very goofy and fun loving side to him that comes out when it probably shouldn't. There no telling when he might break out into song and might throw in a dance as well. The other side of him isn't one that anyone wants to see. He can be a danger to anyone without thought of who that person might be.
He cares little for rank and treats just about everyone the same. Its not about the uniform its about the person wearing the uniform that matters to Justin. He gets there is a time and place for everything, but there are somethings he just can't abide.
Justin has thing he does. Where he does what is right to him, morality and to certain extent orders. He has gone against a few of them in his time, but he always felt he did was right.
-History: Justin was born in a poor mountain town. His parents died not long after his 13th birthday. Till the day they were killed in an accident, they taught him to survive and live off the land. When he found out what happened, he did the only thing he knew to do. He took off into the mountains and learned the hard way to survive.
The moment he came of age. He enlisted in the army. He figured it was only way out of living on a mountain top . There were... Certain issues that he had overcome. Being alone for so long he wasn't used to being around people. Because of his life style most things didn't make sense to him. Except for combat. He excelled in that in an almost horrific manner.
It wasn't long before he found himself in an elite ground unit. Which suited him fine, he wanted nothing to do with those crazy asses in the Vipers and other flying shit. Now most of his unit is either dead or deployed elsewhere, away from him.
Over the years he has cross trained to a great many different skill sets. As a result he is almost a one man wrecking crew. Part of that is training and part of that is experience. He has a high mission success rate. There are more than couple of rumors about his accomplishments.
-Skills:
Justin excels in combat and demolition. Long rage, close quarters combat and demolitions are his specialty. If it can be killed he'll kill it, if it can be destroyed he'll destroy it. There is no mistaking his abilities in combat and demolitions.
There is an innate gift for stalking. Making him very good at infiltration and tracking. Mostly do to having to hunt for food rather than training.
Justin is pretty decent at first aid. You won't see him doing any sort of surgery but he's pretty good at patching people up. He was never one to want to rely on the Rebirth system. Justin more than understands its benefits, that doesn't mean its a go to thing for him.
Justine just seems to have the right instincts for being a solider. He trust his guy and goes form there. Justin is the type of guy you can drop off in the wild for months at a time and know that he will survive and get the job done.
-Weakness:
He CAN NOT fly anything. He isn't scared of heights but he is terrified of being in a plane of any sort. Ships he can do, but when push comes to shove, he wants his boots on the ground and do work. It's that feeling of confinement and not being to escape or move that bothers him the most.
He struggles working with a large team. Groups of three maybe four, anymore than that Justin just can't make it work out in his head. He has grown accustom to working alone.
Justin struggles with advanced tech. He does fine and can fix most mechanical based tech but he really struggles with electronics.
His gut isn't always right. He trusts in his instincts more than the evidence around him.
-Romantic Relationship: There have been a few in the past. None currently. That doesn't mean he isn't looking ladies!
-Other: His nickname Bane comes from when he was a child. One of his teachers him he might be the Bane of her existence due to his rambunctious nature. The name nick name stuck. His call sign Zephyr comes his personality, he can be as easy as the breeze one moment, only become a tornado ripping everything part.
-Appearance: A ruggedly handsome face. Adorned with short dark hair and even darker eyes. His 5’11 frame is covered by a lean 200 pounds worth of muscle and organs. While heavy you would never expect it. Even upon close close inspection one would think he’d he was closer to 180 pounds. A lean athletic frame that is built more on running and endurance than it is through brute power. In one form or another seems to always have a few scars showing.
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