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The Basics
Name: Kurz Weber
Alias/Nicknames: Kalius (used on fake IDs)
Universe: FMP! Academy AU
Age: 19 years old
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: German (Caucasian)
Program: Marksman/Armored Vehicle Crewman/Pilot
Company: Jindai
Rank: Cadet 3rd Class

Appearance
Height: 180cm (5'9")
Weight: 70kg (154.3 lbs.)
Build: Athletically fit
Hair Color and Style: Blond, messy shoulder length
Eye Color: Blue
Skin (or other) Tone: Tan
Common Clothing and Accessories: When not wearing the required Mithril Academy uniform and/or Fatigues, Kurz prefers to wear nice, but casual clothes, and often accessorizes lightly, accenting whatever he may be wearing with either a necklace or ring. He also can pull off high-end formal clothing when needed, whether it's for missions or otherwise.

The "Real You"
Personality: Though mostly thought of as nothing but a shameless flirt due to his antics, Kurz has quite the serious side when it comes to his job and the events that have shaped his life. He enjoys having fun when he can, whether it be a prank or simply hanging out with his fellow soldiers in the bar at Merida Base. A very loyal and dedicated person, Kurz knows when to buckle down to get a job done, and he's willing to do whatever it takes to help keep his team mates alive when crap hits the fan.

Likes:
• Girls
• Flirting
• Pranks

Dislikes:
• Blatant Disrespect to his team mates
• Being Deceived /Toyed with
• Turn-coats

Skills:
• Blues Guitar/Singing
• Sniping
• Espionage

Fears:
• Letting his team down
• Being completely alone

Powers:
None

Where'd you come from?
Relatives:
August Weber - Father (Deceased)
Lydia Weber - Mother (Deceased)
Judith Weber - Aunt (Only Living Relative)

History: Born in Tokyo on April 1, 1978, Kurz was raised in Edogawa, Tokyo, Japan, attending a normal public school in the area until the age of 14. After his first year in middle school, his parents, who were reporters, were killed in a bombing. Kurz ran away while the authorities were still attempting to discover any living relatives, burning with a need to get revenge for his parents. Showing an almost unnatural aptitude for shooting, he was later taken under the tutelage of one of the world's most deadly snipers. He practiced for two years, until while on a job, Kurz refused to sacrifice the life of a little girl who was in the way of a target. Unfortunately, the girl was gravely injured after the completion of the job, leaving deep emotional scars on Kurz, and ultimately lead to him leaving and attempting to find his way as a freelance sniper and mercenary.

However, even with his capabilities, it was difficult for him to get work without his master's assistance. Hiring a few detectives on his own, he was able to get in contact with his last surviving family member, his father's only sister, Judith Weber, who lived overseas in Colorado Springs, Colorado. Kurz stayed with his Aunt Judy for only a few months, as it seemed that he just wasn't 'happy' anymore. Realizing that normal school probably wouldn't help her nephew find any sort of peace, Judy searched around, and eventually discovered Mithril Academy.

While touring the facilities, Kurz was given the opportunity to join in with their regular shooting range practice. With the instructor thoroughly impressed, and her nephew truly happy for the first in a long while, Judy enrolled him and saw him off the following semester. Unfortunately, due to the time Kurz had spent training, he had to make up his academic credits. Still, at least in the academy, he would be able to receive the education he had missed out on, as well as improve his other skills.

Sample:
"Yeah, alright..." Stretching as he stood, Kurz popped his neck and ran a hand through his hair. Pausing to wait while Melissa stood from her seat on the large arm of the couch, both of them made their way over near the small gathering in front of the television. Taking a seat near Zack, Kurz lightly punched the boy's arm with a smirk. Knowing for sure that he was fine had been more than a relief, and Kurz was welcoming back the demeanor he had lived in as he joked with his son. "Still breathin' Zacky boy, or should we try again?"

"Dad!"

"What? Don't worry, I won't miss you too much. Your Mom and I can just get busy makin' another one that'll look just like ya!"

"KURZ!" "DAD!"

"Ah, music to my ears..."

Notes:
None

The Basics
Name: Kaname Chidori
Alias/Nicknames: Angel, Job, Mizuki
Universe: FMP!
Age: 16 (DOB Dec 24 1981)
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Japanese
Program: Engineer, Armored Vehicle/AS-PS Piloting
Company: Jindai
Rank: Cadet 3rd Class

Appearance
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 110lbs
Build: Slim, athletic
Hair Color and Style: Long, straight black (blue) hair past her waist, bangs, a lock of hair on either side of her face in front of the ears to just past shoulder-length
Eye Color: Brown
Skin (or other) Tone: Lightly tanned
Common Clothing and Accessories: School uniform. Jeans and t-shirt. Her mother's watch. Short skirts. Sneakers. Windbreakers. Sundresses.

The "Real You"
Personality: Out-going and friendly, loves talking to and helping people. Short-tempered and prone to taking things seriously, that friendliness can dissolve if she perceives insult or when being hit on. Gives the cold shoulder to guys that hit on her. Hard to impress but easy to please. Likes to keep busy so she's never alone and left to her thoughts except for at bedtime. Likes to get things done, even if it means barreling through to the last man standing. Tends to take charge if she things the given orders are stupid. Tends to point out the obvious, simple solution when others are looking at more complicated ones. She has a competitive nature, and doesn't like to come in 2nd place.

Likes:

• Trident-yaki
  
• Curry
  
• Custard bread

Dislikes:

• Bad food
  
• Stupidity
  
• Pointless violence

Skills:

• Sports
  
• Cooking
  
• Problem solving

Fears:

• Being alone
  
• People close to her dying
  
• Attachment

Powers:
N/A

Where'd you come from?
Relatives: Father - Shunya Chidori
Younger Sister - Ayame Chidori
Mother (Deceased) - Shizu Chidori

History: Kaname lived in Japan with her family until she was 9 years old, when her father was offered a job in New York. There she lived with her family until she was 13, and her mother gravely ill. They returned to Japan for Shizu to live her last days in her homeland, surrounded by her family.

Having been so close to her mother and so far removed from her father, this left Kaname angry and feeling betrayed. She began exhibiting behavior problems not long after Shizu's death. Destruction, running away, acting out, and being rude. She eventually got over most of this, but her father, remembering he behavior, decided she could use some more discipline that he was unable to provide.

He signed her up for the Mithril Academy at the recommendation of a co-worker. At first angry, Kaname decided she would instead make the most of it and show him. She knew he didn't want her to actually join the military, so while her strength laid in weapons design and other academics, she also applied into the piloting program. She showed surprising aptitude for it, and was accepted in much to her father's chagrin.

Sample:
Brushing hair out of her face, Kaname walked down the halls of the academy's main building. She was on her way to class, a book in hand and only paying half-attention to where she was walking. She had been accepted into the piloting program, but there was a lot she had to learn to keep up with the rest of her class. Going over the manual for the Power Slave they had piloted the day before, she was determined not to let a single aspect of the machine confuse her again. It wasn't that she did poorly, but she couldn't stand the smug look on that weasel Leonard when he showed her up. Not just a pretty boy after all, he had commented snidely to her.

She wound up getting a dressing down from Instructor Mao for her reaction to that one.

It was humiliating, and not something she could stand to go through again. Lost in thought and in her book, she never noticed she trap until it was too late. Smoke filled the hall as she stumbled over a line, stinging her eyes and her pride. Coughing, she wiped her face and could practically hear the fear in the boy she knew was standing nearby. "SooouuusuuuKEEEE!!!!"

He. Was. So. DEAD. Or he would be soon enough, she thought with a growl.

Notes:
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The Basics
Name:Sagara Sousuke (相良宗介)
Alias/Nicknames:Kashim, Sousky Segal
Universe:FMP! Academy AU
Age:17 years old
Gender:Male
Ethnicity:Japanese
Program:Recon/Armored Vehicle Crewman/Pilot
Company:Jindai
Rank:Cadet 3rd Class

Appearance
Height:174cm (5'7")
Weight:66kg (145 lbs.)
Build:Athletically fit
Hair Color and Style:Dark Brown, messy cut short
Eye Color:Grey
Skin (or other) Tone:Medium Tan
Common Clothing and Accessories:When not wearing the required Mithril Academy uniform and/or Fatigues, Sousuke commonly sticks to things closely resembling them. He favors Cargo pants/short with lots of pockets to keep everything he needs, Combat boots when able, and a simple t-shirt or button-down depending on the circumstances.

The "Real You"
Personality:On the outside, Sousuke seems almost emotionless to the casual observer. However, his neutral demeanor is simply a result of his training prior to his enrollment at the academy. Sousuke enjoys bantering amongst his fellow soldiers/students as much as the next young man, and will never turn down the opportunity to join in a good natured sport or two. Still, most people find him difficult to read, and because of this, he doesn't have a lot of friends.

Likes:

• Curry Rice
  
• Fishing
  
• Guns

Dislikes:

• Old Soviet POS Equipment
  
• Disappointing Kaname
  
• Kalinin's Borscht

Skills:

• Scouting
  
• Recon
  
• Arm Slave Operations

Fears:

• Mardukas
  
• Kalinin's Borscht
  
• Failing Kaname

Powers:
None

Where'd you come from?
Relatives:
Sagara Takeshi (相良武) - Father (Deceased)
Sagara Yuki (相良雪) - Mother (Deceased)


History:Sousuke was a child when he was saved from a Boeing 747 jetliner that crashed in the North Pacific. The officer that saved him was a young Andrei Kalinin, a Spetsnaz officer that had been stationed on a Soviet submarine patrolling nearby when the plane went down. His mother was dying from her injuries, knowing that she didn't have much time left, she handed her son over to the officer before the bottom of the plane gave way. She fell to her death, telling him to "live. Fight." His age was approximately four or five years old. The Soviet nuclear submarine's rescue action had been unauthorized, and later officially denied. Officially there was no Soviet involvement, and thus no rescue operation, and no survivors. Kalinin's efforts to locate living relatives of the child also failed, as no record of a passenger with the name 'Sagara' could be found. Since no other information could be gathered about the child, Kalinin supposed his birthday to be July 7th, 1981.

From there, Sousuke was taken into the Soviet state child care system as an orphan. He was later taken into a KGB training program for child soldiers, known as 'Nozh,' which translates as 'Knife' in English. At approximately age 8, Sousuke was trained as an assassin and deployed into Afghanistan to assassinate a local leader of the local resistance army, General Majid. He failed to assassinate his target, and was instead adopted by the General, who re-named him Kashim. He became part of the resistance army, fighting against the invading Soviet forces. He was taught to effectively use small arms and utilize basic survival techniques during this time with the Mujahidin. It was also during that time that Sousuke first met Gauron. At the time, Gauron was a mercenary instructor at a nearby camp, and they were neither enemies nor allies. Although their meeting at the time seemed inconsequential, it is later served as an important event that spurred Gauron's obsession with Sousuke, whom he deemed a "Killer Saint."

As time passed, Sousuke became a skilled AS pilot and soldier while the Soviet offensive grew in magnitude with the fresh success of the new Arm Slaves. In the early stages of the war, Sousuke was captured, and dragged to the nearby Russian encampment. While there, Sousuke was reunited with Andrei, though he didn't remember him. Andrei visited Sousuke in his cell often, and the two eventually gained a mutual understanding. After a few months, Andrei proposed the option to adopt Sousuke, while telling him about his wife Elina and the eminent birth of their child. While initially Sousuke refused the offer, Andrei whittled him down, and eventually Sousuke agreed.

Unfortunately, Elina and the child didn't survive the birth due to the incompetence of the doctor on duty. Returning to an empty home, neither Sousuke nor Andrei truly felt welcome after the tragic circumstances, and within the year, they fled the Soviet Union to Great Britain. Still socially awkward due to his rather unique origins, Andrei took to home schooling Sousuke for a few years, replacing the usual need for athletics with the Spetsnaz training he was more familiar with. As time passed though, Andrei knew Sousuke could not live completely within the walls of their home, and hope to be truly happy. It was during this time that Andrei was approached for a teaching position with a specialized Military school, Mithril Academy. While touring the grounds with the Principal, Andrei was impressed with the facilities, and not only took the job, but enrolled Sousuke as well.

At first Sousuke was a bit skeptical, but the more of the academy he saw, the more comfortable he became with the idea. Eventually, Sousuke relented, and began attending the academy.


Sample:
Turning the dial on his locker carefully, Sousuke listened through the stethoscope that was pressed up against the metal, waiting for just the right indicators that would tell him that the lock was undone. With one final click, he grinned in victory, putting the device away and opening the metal cabinet. Switching out the books he needed for the remainder of his days classes, he closed up his locker, deliberately ignoring the rather ridiculous face his classmate had been making behind it. "Aw! Come on Sousuke! Nothin'? Not even a chuckle?"

"If we don't hurry up, we'll be late for Tactics with Professor Mardukas." Jogging up behind him and throwing an arm around the boy's shoulders, Kurz rubbed a quick noogie on his friend's head as they walked down the hall towards their classroom.

"You could seriously stand to loosen up a bit, you know that buddy?" Once Sousuke's head was freed, he ran a quick hand through his hair, momentarily glaring at his friend before replying.

"I am aware of this, however I don't see why I would need to stop and consider it when it could make me late for class." With a relenting grin on his face, Kurz continued walking with Sousuke as they made their way down the hall, the warning bell going off just as they reached the door.

"Whatever you say man. Whatever you say..."


Notes:
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The Basics
Name:
Leonard Testarossa

Alias/Nicknames:
Mister Silver

Universe:
Full Metal Panic!

Age:
16 (DoB: 24 December, 1984)

Gender:
Male

Ethnicity:
American

Program:
Engineer, Armored Vehicle /AS-PS Piloting

Company:
Amalgam

Rank:
Cadet 3rd Class

Appearance
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 130lbs
Build: Slender
Hair Color and Style:Ashe blonde (silver) hair worn down to his shoulder blades with bangs that reach his eyes.
Eye Color:Silver
Skin (or other) Tone:Pale
Common Clothing and Accessories:
When not forced to wear the Academy’s uniform, Leonard is quite fond of custom-tailored business-dress clothes. His wardrobe is typically composed of darker colors that contrast his hair and skin tones. When circumstances are right, he also favors a charcoal-grey trench coat.

The "Real You"
Personality:
Pretentious and charismatic, Leonard Testarossa possesses the kind of confidence that most people can only dream about. On top of allowing him to design machines unlike any the world has ever seen before, his genius-level intelligence gives him his justification for believing himself better than most people. Leonard thinks very little for “normal” people and this attitude has earned him the ire of his classmates and rivals alike. Of course, the hatred that his competitors feel is exacerbated by his working against them. He claims to be in love with Kaname Chidori and, because of that, sees Sousuke Sagara as a rival – even though he also sees the boy as inferior.

LIKES:

• Challenging courses
  
• Controlling people
  
• Feeling superior

DISLIKES:

• People who are less intelligent than he is
  
• Sousuke Sagara
  
• Jindai Company

SKILLS:

• Arm Slave development
  
• Drawing
  
• Manipulation

FEARS:

• Kaname Chidori never loving him
  
• Jindai victories
  
• Losing to Sousuke

Powers:
N/A

Where'd you come from?
Relatives:
Father: Carl Testarossa (deceased)
Mother: Maria Testarossa (deceased)
Twin Sister: Teletha “Tessa” Testarossa

History:
Leonard Testarossa wasn’t always manipulative man of mystery with a God complex. In his younger years, he was a devoted and protective brother and a loving son. He would often play with his sister and help her with her studies. Even as a youngster, Leonard was obviously a genius, but he never let it affect his attitude. He even displayed considerable compassion for those that weren’t as smart as him.

That all that changed when he started hearing the Whispers. When his abilities as one of the Whispered started manifesting themselves, Leonard grew distant from his family and started ignoring his friends. When Leonard and his sister were around 10 years old, the Testarossa home was assaulted. In an attempt to save his wife and children, Carl told them to run while he stayed behind and distracted the attackers. Maria, knowing that it was only a matter of time before the men caught up with her and the children, hid Teletha away and offered Leonard as a trade for her own life.

The police arrived shortly after Maria’s death – before the children had been taken – and managed to save them both. Leonard was placed under friend of the family Jerome Borda’s custody. As soon as Leonard was old enough, Borda enrolled him in Mithril Academy with the hopes that the young man would return to his former, compassionate self. Leonard was placed in the Engineering and Armored Vehicle Pilot programs and is currently a Cadet 3rd Class in Amalgam Company. His classmates and Amalgam Company-related staff often call him “Mister Silver” due to his hair and eye color.

Sample:
The teacher droned dully on, oblivious to the fact that he had lost the class’s interest long ago. He was blithering on about Generation One Arm Slaves and how their basic hydraulic- and pneumatic-driven joints had paved the way for further innovations in everyday life. The man had managed to say one or two things of interest, though; mostly just passing mentions of newer artificial muscle packages and the advanced polymers being used in their construction. Unfortunately for the class, the old codger had failed to elaborate further on the developments.

Leonard hadn’t even started taking notes today. All of this was information that he could have easily found or deduced on his own. Power coefficients, maximum loads, overall range of motion… it was all so basic. He sighed for what felt like the thousandth time in 30 minutes. Uncle Borda really thought that this level of simplicity was going to help? He must be more senile than I thought, Leonard thought derisively as he scribbled absently away on his notepad.

Curiosity finally got the better of him and he looked at the page. The drawing bore a striking resemblance to a human leg. A single sturdy support ran through a mass of interconnected musculature. The configuration would allow for a massive output of power with very little expended energy – so long as the correct materials were used. From then until the bell, Leonard’s head was bent over the notebook in concentration as he sketched away, the teacher’s lecture completely ignored. The knee and lower leg came next. The foot he could work out later. He grinned. At least now he had an excuse to avoid that idiotic after-hours powwow that the school had planned: he would be far too busy working in the lab.

Leonard smiled as he observed his latest work. The teacher and his lecture could go to hell: Leonard had more important work to attend to. And maybe – his smile took on a twist of wicked glee – maybe he would ask Miss Chidori if she would like some help with her homework. Today might turn out productive after all.

Notes:
N/A

Name:Hana Alenko
Alias/Nicknames:
Universe:Full Metal Panic!
Age:16
Gender:Female
Ethnicity: Russian
Program: Engineering, Armored Vehicle Crewman/Pilot
Company:Jindai
Rank: Cadet 4th Class


Appearance

Spoiler:

Height:5' 6"
Weight: 115 lbs
Build: Atletic
Hair Color and Style: blond, short
Eye Color: green/emerald
Skin (or other) Tone: fair
Common Clothing and Accessories:shirt and pants with boots or shoes, FLORA BDU, Flight suit

The "Real You"
Personality:Generally reserved due to being sheltered in military installations for extended periods. Opens up a bit when she gets into a discussion with someone else about technology she has worked with. Sometimes gets 'out of it' when she hears 'whispers'.

Likes:

• Technology
  
• Aircraft
  
• Examining technology she hasn't seen
  
• Developing black technology into aircraft
  

Dislikes:

• Relocating frequently
  
• Being in the middle of a combat situation or firefight
  

Skills:

• Engineering
  
• Research and Development

Fears:

• Being overwhelmed by the whispers
  
• Being experimented on
  
• Getting caught in the middle of a firefight or other military action
  

Powers:
Whispered

Where'd you come from?
Relatives:
unknown (assumed deceased)
History:
Although her birthplace is a mystery and family completely unaccounted for some things are known. She has spent most of her life in Russia performing research and development for an unknown organization that worked closely with aircraft developers MIG and Sukhoi. She received basic training in self defense.

After the Cold War Hana did research and development utilizing her Whispered abilities to accelerate the development of thrust vectoring, composite materials, and fly by wire control systems for fighter jets as well as black technologies.

As a result of her contributions the Su-47 Berkut and a number of other high technology aircraft entered service as early as 1999, but was still stated to the public that the aircraft remained as a prototypes.

Sample:
Must be of this character, to give idea of grasp on the character

There she was. Laying on her back looking up into the blue sky. A light breeze rustled nearby grass that tickled against her back. Suddenly she rolled over. Breaking out of whatever trance she had been in. This was no time to relax! Where the hell was she? This was supposed to be a routine test, but there had been a couple tweaks of which Hana was not informed of.

That or it was a bug in the system she would need to get to fixing. Though first things first. She had no idea where she had ended up. Based on some calculations that she ran through in her head she determined that she was likely not far from the base and top secret experimental facility.

By now a search group had to be deployed. All she would have to do now was find a hiding spot in which to safely wait until the cavalry arrived. She knew that she was too valuable to just be left out to fend for herself. It then came to mind how difficult it would be to hide in the middle of what she realised was an extremely large open fielded area.

Her personnel uniform would slightly help blend in with the grass, but stood out enough while she was standing up. She got back down on her belly in the grass in an attempt to hide herself. For the time being she quietly snaked through the grass hoping she would eventually reach a more effective hiding spot such as a tree line or even a bushed area.

Notes:
NA

(*lifted from JH.com*)
The Basics
NAME:
Sakura Kinomoto

ALIAS:
Sakura

UNIVERSE:
Cardcaptors/Cardcaptor Sakura

AGE:
15 April 1, year unknown.

GENDER:
Female

ETHNICITY:
Japanese

PROGRAM:
Infantry

COMPANY:
Jindai

RANK:
Cadet 4th Class

APPEARANCE:
Please tell us how your character looks and include a full-body picture if you can.
Height:?
Weight:?
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Common Clothing and Accessories: School uniform and hat, RollerBlades, Backpack, Clow Staff and cards.

FACTION:
none

POSITION:
Magical Schoolgirl

The "Real You"
PERSONALITY:
Sakura is the kind but naive 10-year-old heroine of the story. Sakura is very popular, and her cute, innocent nature causes everyone around her to love her (*From kss.mysticalaura.com/info/main.p ... raprofile*).

LIKES:

* Her Family
* Her Friends
* Kero
* Dr. Stark


DISLIKES:

* Scared of ghosts
* Konnyaku (gelatinous cake) (*From kss.mysticalaura.com/info/main.p ... raprofile*).

SKILLS:

* Friendly with others
* Magic
* Protective of others

FEARS:

* Something bad will happen to her family
* Something bad will happen to her friends
* Ghosts


POWERS: She is the girl who opened the Book of Clow and accidentally released all the Clow Cards. She received the magical key from Cerberus, which can transform into a baton with the power to capture back the cards. In that moment, Sakura becomes the Cardcaptor for the Clow Cards. As the series progresses, Sakura grows further in magical ability by each card capture, often in one of the unique and creative outfits that her best friend Tomoyo designs for her. (*From kss.mysticalaura.com/info/main.p ... raprofile*). In short, she can control the Clow cards (*which are cards that contain elemental creatures like "Windy" and "Time". However in the Mithril Academy RP, these powers are not available to her (in the interest of fairness).

Where'd you come from?
RELATIVES
Mother- Died when she was young. (Nadeshiko ::Name added by Misha:: )
Father- Still alive (Fujitaka Kinomoto, Aiden Avalon ::Names added by Misha:: )
Tori Kinomoto- Brother (alive and well) ::Either "Tori Avalon" or "Touya Kinomoto" - Misha::
Dr. Stark-Family friend (obviously alive) (FMP RP only)

HISTORY
Sakura was born and raised in (the fictional town) Tomoeda, Japan, right by Tokyo. Her mother died when she was very young, and she lives with her father and big-brother. One day, when home alone, she hears some thumping coming from the basement, which holds her father's library. Upon investigating, she finds a strange book holding a bunch of what seem to be tarot-like cards. Picking one up, she struggles to read the English printed on it, and when she successfully says the name 'Windy,' a sudden gust of wind rises up and blows all of the cards away. Perhaps a bit delayed, from the image of a winged lion on the book comes a small creature, who introduces himself as "Keroberos" (Cerberus).

Learning that she must now capture all of the "Clow Cards," Sakura takes to her task with some hesitation and guilt. With the help of Kero, she begins her quest to retrieve all of them and become the master of the Clow Cards. When a boy named Shaoran transfers to her school and claims that he should be the true master of the cards, and that she should hand them over, she gets into an argument with him over the rights. When talking to Kero about it, she learns that Shaoran is a descendant of the original Clow line, but also learns that she has innate magical abilities of her own. She would not have been able to open the book, much less activate the Windy card, if she did not. After some time of rivalry with Shaoran, the boy begins to see what it is that the guardian of the cards sees in her, and their relationship turns friendly. ::History added by Misha::

SAMPLE
(coming soon)

(*lifted from JH.com*)
The Basics

(all stats and history from doaworld.com, DOA Wiki and whatever else I can find)

NAME: Hitomi (no last name given)

ALIAS:none

UNIVERSE: Dead Or Alive (video game)

AGE: 18

GENDER: Female

ETHNICITY: German/Japanese

PROGRAM: Infantry

COMPANY: Jindai

RANK: Cadet 4th Class

APPEARANCE:
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 108 lbs
Build: Athletic, Fit
Hair Color and Style: Long and Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Skin (or other) Tone: White, slightly tanned
Common Clothing and Accessories: Denim Jacket and short sleeved shirt

FACTION: None

POSITION: None

The "Real You"
PERSONALITY:

LIKES:
* Sachertorte (German chocolate cake)
* Cooking
* Karate

DISLIKES:
* Nothing

SKILLS:
* Karate

FEARS:
* None

POWERS: None

Where'd you come from?
RELATIVES
Mother (Japanese) and Father (German/ Karate Master)

HISTORY
Hitomi is a character from the Dead or Alive video game franchise. She was born in Germany to her Japanese mother and German father. Beginning when she was a young child, Hitomi has been training in "Karate" martial art style under her father (Who is also a karate master himself). Hitomi has already fought in two DOA tournaments and despite not winning either, was happy that she was able to improve her skills show the public how good she was. Hitomi is an energetic, enthusiastic girl who is also a very friendly person.

SAMPLE
(coming soon)

The Basics
Name: Dante Hicks
Alias/Nicknames: None
Universe: Clerks/View Askewniverse
Age:22
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: American
Program: Staff
Company: N/A
Rank: N/A, guy that runs supply store

Appearance
Height: 5'7
Weight: 160
Build: Average
Hair Color and Style: Straight, brown
Eye Color: Brown
Skin (or other) Tone: White
Common Clothing and Accessories: None really.

The "Real You"
Personality: Quiet, sometimes cranky, sarcastic, may come off as negative to some people that engage him in conversation.

Likes:

• His girlfriend
  
• His former coworker
  
• Hockey

Dislikes:

• His job
  
• The idiotic, whiny customers from his last job
  
• certain parts of his life

Skills:

• Is somewhat intelligent
  
• Respectful, despite his dislikes.
  
• Helpful person as well

Fears:

• His former coworker's stupid hairbrained ideas
  
• Relationship issues
  
• his boss
[*in the sense that he never goes against company policy or ideas*]

Powers:
None.

Where'd you come from?
Relatives:
Mother and Father, Names unknown but still alive.

History:
Dante is the new cashier/clerk at Mithril Academy's supply store. The backstory for him in this RP is he originally worked at the Quick Stop convenience store in a small town in New Jersey until his boss took an offer to run the supply store, and then decided to have Dante man that store for "x" amount of time (against Dante's wishes). Dante doesn't like either of his jobs and is usually a bit cranky because of that, if engaged in conversation he may also seem sarcastic and a bit negative as well. He is otherwise quiet, helpful and respectful of the customers that walk into his store.

Sample:
Dante was sitting behind the counter at the Quick Stop with his arms crossed and a bored look on his face. Suddenly his friend and coworker from the video store, Randall, walked in with a bunch of envelopes. "Hey Randall, what do you have there?" Dante asked him.

"Just some mail from the post office." Randall replied. "I noticed that you seem to have one number show up multiple times on your phone bill...more girlfriend issues?" He continued.

"GIVE ME THOSE!" he said as he grabbed the envelopes from Randall. "Don't you know it's a federal offense to open other people's mail?!" He said angrily.

"So? I let you read my mail." Randall responded.

"You show me your mail! And quite frankly, it's never anything I really need or want to see either." Dante retorted. He rifled through the remaining envelopes until he found from his boss one that wasn't opened. "Oh look, the one envelope you weren't interested in and what a shock it's from our boss." He continued. Dante opened the envelope and read the letter. "ha ha, very funny Randall".

"What?" Randall asked.

"I'm being moved to a new store at some Mithril Academy, very funny. How long did it take you to think of this?" Dante asked his friend sarcastically.

"I didn't write that." Randall replied.

"Come on, I know it's a joke. You can stop the ruse now." Dante told him.

"I'm serious, I didn't write it. I wish I did now that I've seen your reaction." Randall repeated.

"Well the boss has never sent any letters to us, so who wrote this then?" Dante asked.

"I don't know, maybe those idiots that hang out in front of the video store." Randall replied.

"No, no. This letter's too professional-looking for their standards. So if you didn't write it and they didn't write it..." Dante said.

"Maybe the boss did write it..." Randall told him.

Dante stood there for a few minutes reading over the letter again to verify that it was real. When it sank in that this actually came from his boss, he let out an irritated sigh and banged his head on the counter. "I hate this job." He said in a muffled tone.

Notes:
None.

The Basics
Name: Alto Saotome
Alias/Nicknames: Princess
Universe: Macross Frontier
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Japanese
Program: Piloting
Company: Jindai
Rank: Cadet 3rd Class

Appearance
Height: 175mm
Weight: Unknown
Build: Moderate
Hair Color and Style: Black/blue, worn long and in a ponytail tied with a piece of red cord.
Eye Color: Green
Skin (or other) Tone: Fair
Common Clothing and Accessories: Mithril high uniform.



The "Real You"
Personality:

Alto is a very goal oriented person with a rather aloof attitude. He tends to be rather blunt in his assessments and has little patience for things he considers stupid. He has many fangirls, but tends to ignore them and focus on his goals. He is very touchy about being called "Princess" and his past as a Oyama (a Kabuki actor who specialises in impersonating females).

Likes:

• Arm Slaves
  
• Origami
  

Dislikes:

• Being mistaken for a girl
  
• Being called "Princess"
  
• Being reminded of his Kabuki past
  
• Fangirls

Skills:

• Arm Slave piloting
  
• Acting (particularly Kabuki)
  
• Cooking
  
• Origami

Fears:

• Losing his sense of identity from getting too into acting roles.

Powers:
Making other people mistake him for a girl without trying.

Where'd you come from?
Relatives:

Ranzo Saotome (Father, Alive)
Miyo Saotome (Mother, Deceased)
Yasaburo (Adopted Older Brother, Alive)

History:

Alto is the son of the famed Kabuki actor Ranzo Saotome. He showed talent as an actor from an early age and with his father's training was soon hailed as a prodigy. He was most famous for his roles as an oyama (a kabuki actor who plays female roles -note that in kabuki acting all roles are played by males) culminating in his famous last performance as Princess Sakura in Sakura Hime Azuma Bunsho.

All was not well with Alto however. His relationship with his father was distant, especially after his mother's death. Furthermore he began to develop a fear that by becoming the roles he played when he was acting he was losing his own sense of identity. During this time he saw footage of a prototype third generation Arm Slave on television. After seeing the incredible gracefulness and agility of this next generation machine he started to become enamored with the idea of piloting one. Unfortunately Ranzo wanted his son to carry on the family tradition of Kabuki and refused to accept the idea of him choosing to become a soldier instead. The disagreement between the two became heated and resulted in Alto storming out of the family home, vowing never to set foot there again. Taking his things and his savings, Alto applied to go to Mithril Academy and managed to secure himself a spot in the piloting program by performing exceptionally well during the piloting component of the intake assessement. He has not spoken to his father since he entered the academy.

Sample:
These always cause me problems... any suggestions for a situation to try writing up?

The Basics
Name: Cal Devins
Alias/Nicknames: Phantom
Universe: FMP! Academy AU
Age: 16 years old
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Program: Intelligence/Marksman
Company: Amalgam
Rank: Cadet 3rd Class

Appearance
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 117 lbs.
Build: Athletically fit
Hair Color and Style: Blonde, messy; kept in long ponytail that reaches her lower back
Eye Color: Green
Skin (or other) Tone: Pale Skinned
Common Clothing and Accessories: When not wearing the required Mithril Academy uniform and/or Fatigues, Cal will wear clothing that serves dual functions, doubling as body armor as well as fashionable, so as to keep any enemies nearby off guard. Her whole life, Cal has only ever owned one nice dress.

The "Real You"
Personality: On the outside, Cal is angry and bitter with a relatively short temper. She used to be a very friendly girl until she suffered a deep emotional betrayal, the internal scars from which have yet to heal, and she doubts they ever will. She holds very little respect for anyone who cannot prove themselves to be her better, and will often speak to others in a very condescending way.

Likes:
• Cooking
• Guns
• Killing her targets

Dislikes:
• Being used
• Reiji Azuma
• Liars

Skills:
• Shooting
• Recon
• Infiltration

Fears:
• Facing what she's become

Powers:
None

Where'd you come from?
Relatives:
Unknown - Father (Deceased)
Unknown - Mother (Deceased)

History: Cal was born in San Andreas, California. Her birth mother had put her up for adoption upon her birth, and she was taken by Roland and Maria Rodriguez. Maria was diagnosed with terminal breast cancer when Cal was barely two years old, and died before she turned three. Left with her adopted father, Roland, Cal lived with him until the age of thirteen. Roland was a frequent drunk since Maria's death, and had taken to beating Cal to take out his frustrations. Cal ran, eventually making her way to Los Angeles. Alone on the streets, Cal did what she had to in order to survive, until crossing paths with a hooker named Judy Devins.

Judy took Cal in, feeling that a nice young girl like her shouldn't have to go through life without a home to go to. Judy unofficially adopted Cal, and the two lived together in her apartment in Downtown LA. Cal lived with Judy until she was fourteen, when due to a stray bullet in an alley gunfight, Judy died. Devastated, Cal raided the nearby vehicles and found a tote bag full of money. Taking it, Cal was determined to use the found money to hire someone to help her get revenge for whoever killed her adopted sister. The morning after Judy's murder, Cal met Reiji Azuma, a young man who claimed that he could discover and kill Judy's murderers through his 'connections'. Cal later found that Reiji held the ostensible title of 'Phantom', a name given to the top sniper and hit man for an organization called 'Inferno'.

Cal lived with Reiji for only a short while, but during this time, the two of them became very close, even promising to stay with each other forever. Unfortunately, due to an internal power struggle within Inferno, the apartment Cal shared with Reiji was bombed, and the two lost each other in the ensuing chaos. Cal spent almost a full week sitting alone within the charred rubble, waiting for Reiji to come back to look for her, when a strange man appeared. He claimed that Cal should embrace her hatred for Reiji, and that he had only been lying to her about wanting to stay with her. The man, known to Inferno as 'Scythe Master', took Cal in, training to her to become the next Phantom.

Near the end of Cal's training, the leader of Inferno, Raymond McGuire, ordered that Cal also receive normal schooling. Cal was furious, though McGuire's logic behind the order could hardly be contested. He reasoned that though the lower ranks of Inferno were indeed normal street punks, that if Inferno was to truly usher in a new era of organized crime, that the notorious Phantom should be more knowledgeable than simply being able to shoot a target. Scythe agreed, citing that the only reason he himself had come as far as he had, was because of the schooling he had received.

Knowing full well that to put Cal in a normal school would be ensuring the eminent death of the entire student body, as well as the faculty, she was enrolled into Mithril Academy, under the guise of McGuire's niece. The higher ups within Inferno were in agreement that Mithril Academy would be the perfect place for Cal to earn a more focused education, as well as extra training toward her position of Phantom within the organization. And hopefully, Mithril Academy would also be a school where at the very least, the instructors had the skills to keep her in line.

Sample:
Cal looked at the students around her as she sat in the language class. Scythe Master had already taught her German front to back, and she had only taken the class so that she had something she could literally sleep through and not give a damn. All of these idiots around her...she highly doubted that any of them had any real skills. The girl that they had shacked her up with in the dorms, Sabrina or whatever, at least she was tolerable. Both of them kept to themselves and out of each other's shit, so she was at least grateful for that. Cal cringed as she looked down at the uniform they were all forced to wear.

That stupid pleated plaid skirt and that ridiculous tie were annoying. Trying to force herself to at least look half interested, her gaze fell on a young man she recognized from her dormitory, his long silver-blond hair falling freely over his shoulders. She remembered seeing him for the first time, she had never learned his name, but he was beautiful. There wasn't much left in this rotten world that she could actually enjoy, but being able to just watch him on occasion was enough for her. Even if she couldn't have a good life, at least she could dream about one sometimes; and every now and then, he'd be there with her, sitting quietly on a grassy hill in the late afternoon sun.

Notes:
None

The Basics
Name: Sabine Lefnio
Alias: Sabine
Universe: FMP! (First appearance: Burning One Man Force)
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Polish
Program: Piloting/Recon
Company: Amalgam
Rank: Cadet 3rd Class

APPEARANCE:
Height: ~5'4"
Weight: ~115lbs
Build: Athletic, thin
Hair Color and Style: Brown, short bob
Eye Color: Brown
Skin (or other) Tone: Pale
Common Clothing and Accessories: When not in uniform, she prefers simple t-shirts and cargo pants

The "Real You"
PERSONALITY: Is generally quiet, can be scornful, possesses no love or caring for anyone or anything except for Leonard. Ruthless.

LIKES:

• Leonard
  
• Being useful
  
• Killing

DISLIKES:

• People
  
• Kaname
  
• Her family

SKILLS:

• Assassination
  
• AS piloting
  
• Warfare

FEARS:

• Being thrown away again
  
• Being helpless
  
• Losing Leonard

POWERS:
None

Where'd you come from?
RELATIVES
Mother: Deceased

HISTORY
Sabine grew up in Lodz. As a child, her mother sold her to a cop who was interested in beating her as well as using her, who she killed in defense. Sabine then went on to kill her mother, as well as anyone or anything that got in her way from that point on. She was taken in by the Mafia in Warsaw and was taught better how to fight and to kill. She was never treated as a real person.

One of the higher ups in the mafia was the exception, and when he got into a position where he had the authority to do so, he demanded that Sabine get an education. She was sent to Mithril Academy, the only school that could be agreed upon, as it would get her some normal socialization while also further improving on her skills.

SAMPLE
Sabine stood by the large chair in the dormitory's common area that Leonard had commandeered. She had taken it upon herself to serve this man, who had seen her both for her talents, as a woman, and as a person. He let it be known that he appreciated what she did, and for the first time, someone had won her loyalty through their own personal merit rather than money or necessity.

She still wore the school's academic uniform, though it had long since passed the point that she could have removed it for something more favorable. The skirt sat as neatly as it had when she had first donned it that morning, her shirt was somehow free of wrinkles from the day's activities, and her tie was as straight and flat as anyone could hope. She prided herself on looking professional, deeming it the only thing worthy of being in such close proximity to a man as regal Leonard. Looking down, she noted that the tea he had been sipping while reading was getting low, and she leaned forward to gain his attention unobtrusively. After a moment, she spoke up in a smooth voice, "Would you like some fresh tea?"

The Basics
Name:
Vincent Orlando Miles

Alias/Nicknames:
Vince (Among friends)
Boss, Candybar (Former callsigns)

Universe:
Code Geass: The Millionth Miracle OC

Age:
30 (DoB: April 22, 1970)

Gender:
Male

Ethnicity:
American

Program:
Weapons Range Cadre/MOUT instructor

Company:
Mithril

Rank:
Instructor

Appearance
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 160lbs
Build: Athletic
Hair Color and Style:Sandy blonde, worn down to his eyes in the front and to his collar in the back.
Eye Color:Green
Skin (or other) Tone:White, with extensive scarring over his right eye that tapers from taking up most of his forehead at the top to a much smaller area as it passes under his jaw. The scarring also goes down much of his right side.
Common Clothing and Accessories:
Having no small amount of time in Special Forces, Vincent plays loose with dress code regulations. He can most often be found wearing brightly-colored, loose-fitting Hawaiian shirts, baggy shorts, and flip flops (so long as the weather allows for it). He is rarely without a pair of mirrored sunglasses. When on the range, he is fond of the Fabrique Nationale F2000 and his custom Kimber .45 Desert Warrior pistol.

The "Real You"
Personality:
Vincent is a man who enjoys a good laugh almost more than anything else. He’s not too picky whether the laugh comes from a simple joke or an elaborate prank but will only allow the latter when classes are over. Pranks pulled during school hours lead to too much paperwork, and he is keen to avoid that as much as possible.

When left to his own devices, Vincent is prone to getting lost in his memories. He's done a lot of things that he's not proud of and they often come back to haunt him. When off the clock, his defense against his own conscience can usually be found in a bottle or two. Thanks to his pride, however, he does not allow his fellow instructors to see this "weaker" side and plays it off any time he gets caught reminiscing. This avoidance of his past has transferred over to almost every part of his life and he only very rarely reveals anything personal.

As an Operator, Vincent was consummate. His years of experience show well in his actions and lessons in the classroom. Since his early retirement, Vincent has transferred his deep care for his team to the students of Jindai Company. He is more than willing to help them with their problems if they’re willing to risk second-hand intoxication from his breath. Or a sparring match. Or maybe both.

LIKES:

• Candybars (Specifically: Snickers, Baby Ruth, and Hershey’s Cookies ‘n’ Crème)
• Students who actually listen/care
• Fighting

DISLIKES:

• Arm Slaves
• Gates (“The guy creeps me out.”)
• Killing

SKILLS:

• Military Operations in Urban Terrain (MOUT)
• Close Range Marksmanship
• Hand to hand combat

FEARS:

• Being in another Arm Slave as it explodes around him (“Once was enough, thanks very much.”)
• Letting his past control him
• Dying of old age

Powers:
N/A

Where'd you come from?
Relatives:
Father: Nickolas Miles (60)
Mother: Sherry Miles (58)
Fiancée: Marina Allswell (28)

History:
Born and raised a few short minutes from Davis-Monthan Air Force Base, Arizona, Vincent spent much of his formative years watching military jets on maneuvers. As a child, he dreamed of one day flying them himself. As one would expect, his room was a shrine to United States military air power. Many were the days that he simply sat at the fence near the base's runway, just watching the jets take off and land.

As Vincent grew, his dream stayed unchanged. It seemed that he was well on his way to attaining it when he found another love: fighting. It was common for Vincent to get in trouble during or after school for his numerous brawls. As his reputation as a scrappy, hard-headed opponent grew, as did his criminal record. The situation came to a head when he was 16.

A local punk challenged Vincent to a fight and Vincent, knowing full well that he was going to win by a wide margin, gladly accepted. To quote Amon Amarth's With Oden on our Side, the fight was short and deadly intense. Vincent toyed with his opponent for a brief time, allowing the kid to land several good hits. He grew bored with this quickly, however, and soon had his opponent in a full mount, raining unrelenting blows on his head - even long after the kid had stopped moving; or breathing.

Vincent only escaped by virtue of the police not looking too deeply into the murder. The kid was a known criminal. All the same, he regrets his actions to this day. It could be said that joining the military, volunteering for SF, and being needlessly reckless are all attempts at redeeming himself.

When Vincent turned 18, he immediately went to the nearest Air Force recruiting office to begin his path to being a pilot. Air Force policies prevented anyone with a criminal record from joining the branch. Heartbroken, Vincent returned home. His foul mood continued until he watched the film Rambo, at which point he decided that fighting on the ground was a better fit for him than flying.

He paid a visit to the Army's recruiting office and, after a year and a half, was chosen to be a member of the US Army's Special Forces. Over the course of his 8-year career in the Army, Vincent saw action in a wide variety of locations the world over. During that time, he received Arm Slave pilot training and used the M6A3 Dark Bushnell for several missions.

It was during one of his mounted missions that Vincent received the injury that mars his face to this day. While making their way toward a terrorist training camp, Vincent’s squad sprung an ambush. The lead machine – that is to say, Vincent’s machine – was the first hit. A RPG tore into the torso of his Bushnell, missing the Master Control Room by inches. The resulting explosion left him badly burned, horribly injured, and barely alive.

Upon returning to consciousness some weeks later, Vincent was medically discharged from the Army. After finishing his recovery, he went back to Arizona and lived there for a while, taking odd jobs as they came along. It was during that time that he met Marina Allswell. The pair courted for almost a year before, recently, becoming engaged. Their engagement took place a few short days before Vincent accepted a job at Mithril Academy. He currently teaches MOUT and acts as one of the Range Cadre.

Sample:
“This, ladies and gentlemen,” Vincent announced to the class as he held up a small, copper-looking conical piece of metal. He swung his arm, bit of metal held between the tips of his thumb and forefinger for the whole class to see. “Is the M67, without its casing. It is better known as the 7.62 by 39 millimeter.” He looked at the bullet. “My buddies and I had a different name for it: the Meat Axe.”

He set it on the nearest student’s desk. “Pass it around. Feel it. Feel its weight, its aerodynamics. You would not believe how much one of those can fu… ruin your day.” He still had to pause to correct himself whenever he was about to cuss. It really was a pain in the ass.

“Can anyone guess why you’re being taught about this bullet?” he asked the class as he walked behind his podium with a wry grin. This place really did have the best regulations as far as what teachers were allowed to do.

When none of the students raised their hands, Vincent brought the rifle up from where it had been resting inside the podium. A quick pull by a practiced hand cocked the weapon. There was much screaming and scrambling for cover as he pulled the trigger, letting off a burst of blanks toward the ceiling. Shells clattered musically on the tiles. “Because the M67 is the round with the single highest probability of whizzing past your head on a battlefield.” He clicked the rifle to safe. “And this right here is the rifle that'll be in the hands of the guys slinging them your way: the Soviet-designed Avtomat Kalashnikova-47.”

He laid the rifle down with about as much care as a football player spiking the ball after a touchdown. “2,000 words due tomorrow on why and how the AK-47 has become the weapon of choice for damn near everyone since it was introduced over 50 years ago. Now get the hell out of here.” He hooked a thumb toward the door. He waited for the students to finish filing out before he left the room himself. He hadn’t realized how much the AK’s report would stick with him.

Notes:
N/A

The Basics
Name: Garon Crayson
Alias/Nicknames:
Universe: Full Metal Panic!
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Mandalorian (Caucasian)
Program: Recon/Armored Vehicle Pilot
Company: Mithril
Rank: Cadet 3rd Class

Appearance

Height: 6'2"
Weight: 212 lbs
Build: Athletic
Hair Color and Style: Off-auburn, unkempt
Eye Color: Ice blue
Skin (or other) Tone: Fair, ightly tanned
Common Clothing and Accessories: For non-combat attire, his civilian clothing can vary wildly, but typically it is often dark-colored shirts and black fatigue pants. Notable is his possession of a set of cosplay Mandalorian armor colored in light-grey and painstakingly-detailed to resemble battle wear.

The "Real You"
Personality: Noted as being unusual for being a 'mercenary with a sense of morals,' Garon is nonetheless not susceptible to honor before reason. He still does, however, have a moral code to which he adheres, no matter how hard it may be to find. Generally easy-going and aloof, he tends to keep mostly to himself, but becomes exceptionally dangerous when crossed. On the battlefield, he makes use of his training, specific equipment, and general appearance to achieve maximum intimidation factor over his foes. While he wouldn't do something like open fire on a crowd of civilians, he wouldn't hesitate to do things like mutilating an enemy combatant to frighten his foes into either submission or reduced effectiveness.

Likes:

• Mandalorians
  
• US Air Force
  
• Star Wars: The Old Republic

Dislikes:

• Jedi/Sith fanboys
  
• Roller coasters
  
• Anyone who disparages Karen Traviss-type Mandalorians

Skills:

• Weapon Proficiency
  
• Foreign Language - Mando'a
  
• Demolitions Training

Fears:

• Failing to achieve his dream
  
• Failure in general

Powers:
None

Where'd you come from?
Relatives: None listed

History: Born in New York City, Garon had a largely innocuous childhood, the only thing of note being his fondness for retro forms of entertainment. At an early age, he discovered a series of movies and related media known as "The Star Wars" and became an instant and irrevocable fan. It was his fascination with the space battles of the genre that led to his desire to be a combat fighter pilot for the US Air Force. His passionate, fiery dislike for roller coasters often causes those he's well-acquainted with to question his intent to become a pilot, to which he firmly retorts that he despises the lack of control that riding a roller coaster saddles him with.

During his earlier teen years, he befriended an individual named Rian Gates, a fellow fan of Mandalorians, who determined that they would take the warrior culture out of the realm of fiction and into reality. Garon got behind this plan one-hundred percent, and over a few years the two managed to find and acquire one hundred and thirty-two like-minded individuals--most still teens as well but also including some adults--to form the core of this idealized "Mandalorian nation." Nothing else really has been done yet so far, as a Mand'alor has yet to be decided upon--nobody seems to want the job.

Pursuant to his goal to join the Air Force, Garon enrolled in Mithril Academy and advanced through its Arm Slave program as a stepping stone. Off-duty he plays lots of video games and hates PT.

Sample:
The abandoned speeder that was their mission goal loomed ahead of them, tucked away in a corner of this area of the broken world Taris. He and Rian reached it first, jumping off their speeders as they regarded the intake manifold they'd plant the explosives in to destroy the vehicle and draw out the mercenary leader to murder.

"Hey, this is the place where the world boss is, right?" Garon asked.

"Yeah, it is." Beginning to turn around to look for their party member, Rian warned, "Hey, make sure you don't touch the-"

Garon had turned as well, and saw it at the same time Rian did: Kayzan, their third party member, standing over the corpse of a suspiciously-dead Jedi at the outlet of a drainage pipe, seconds away from poking it. "No! You must not touch the dead Jedi!"

Kayzan froze in mid-action, turning toward them. "Why not?"

"That spawns the world boss," Rian flatly answered. He turned back toward the speeder. "This is the button we want to touch."

Sitting before his computer in his room, heart hammering in his chest from the close call, Garon let out a deep breath and keyed his push-to-talk button. "That was almost our asses..."

Notes:
None

The Basics
Name: James C. Reilly
Alias/Nicknames: Ghost
Universe: PokéFiends
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: American (Caucasian)
Program: Weapons Range Cadre/TACP Instructor
Company: Mithril
Rank: Instructor

Appearance
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 178 lbs.
Build: Special Forces typical
Hair Color and Style: Brown, just out of military regs
Eye Color: Brown
Skin (or other) Tone: Lightly tanned
Common Clothing and Accessories: In field operations, he tends to equip lightly and favor mobility over stronger defense, wearing lighter-weight and less-durable body armor under his load-bearing equipment. He conceals his face in the field with a balaclava bearing a skull design and military-spec sunglasses specially formatted to reduce the blinding effect of flashbang grenades and to support the augmented reality information system and extra vision modes..

The "Real You"
Personality: James is sarcastic and foul-mouthed, with little tolerance for fools and a generally-lazy disposition. He's prone to issuing empty threats of startling amounts of violence, but rarely, if ever, carries through.

In combat, he is completely different, a cold and calculating, usually silent, killer who methodically eliminates his enemies with efficiency and usually a morbid quip. On downtime, he typically wants to spend all his time playing video games and be left to his own business. He also hates PT.

Likes:

• Call of Duty series
  
• Reaching out to 1400+ meters and touching someone
  
• Making it rain

Dislikes:

• Fitness freaks
  
• PT
  
• Bureaucratic stupidity

Skills:

• Knowledge - TACP
  
• Knowledge - MOUT
  
• Knowledge - Static Defense
  
• Weapon Proficiency - Rifles/Pistols/Sniper

Fears:

• Getting kicked out of the military
  
• Running out of interesting things to try
  
• Insecurity

Powers:
None.

Where'd you come from?
Relatives:
Father: Unknown
Mother: Jane Reilly (49)
Grandmother: Mildred Reilly (Deceased)
Grandfather: Ellis Reilly (Deceased)

History: Born in San Diego, California, James didn't live there long before his deadbeat dad peaced out and wasn't seen since. His mother returned to her parents' home in Pensacola, Florida, where James' grandparents assisted in raising him. Living in a military town, and having a multiple-combat-tour veteran grandfather willing to share stories on demand set him early on the path into the military, his various ideals passing from attack helicopter pilot, to jet fighter pilot, to special forces operator.

After high school, he gave college a go, but soon found that he didn't mesh well, and frequently could barely tolerate, the attitudes around the higher education environment that, in his opinion, were far too liberal for his liking. A short stint at several retail jobs likewise weren't to his tastes, and the unfortunate passing of his ailing grandfather finally cemented that he would follow in his role model's footsteps in the military.

Enlisting in the US Air Force as a Security Forces airman, he served two years in that career field, deploying downrange and getting his first taste of real combat in the frequent attacks by insurgents against US military bases in the CENTCOM region. Eventually, even this became routine to him, and he retrained into special forces as a part of tactical air control party.

The ever-changing nature of special operations forces prevented it from becoming a tedium, and he soon advanced into becoming a combat controller, directing the immense power of the US military upon unsuspecting enemy combatants.

Unfortunately, with the nature of the drawdowns in the US military, given that he'd failed a PT test or two in his career, he faced the very real potential of finding himself no longer desired by the US government. In order to avoid this fate, his supervisors found him a posting as a TACP instructor with recall status in the Mithril Academy, which he very quickly jumped at.

Sample:
"Before you can bring to bear the overwhelming firepower of close-air support on your enemies, you must first know the capabilities of the munitions at your disposal," Reilly spoke as he walked around a 10-foot long bomb set up on a Y-stand at the edge of the munitions test training range. "This is a GBU-54 Laser Joint Direct Attack Munition. It began its life as a general-purpose Mk82 bomb body, but with the addition of the GPS-guidance tail kit-" At this, he laid a hand on the long tapered tail assembly that was clearly an after-market item. "-the aerodynamic strakes-" This time he laid his hand on the metal assembly with fins at four regular intervals that wrapped around the middle of the body. "-and the laser seeker assembly in the nose, it becomes a highly-accurate tool of precision destruction. Recap: What's the net explosive weight of a Mk82?"

Only one hand shot up immediately. In the three seconds he waited, most of the rest came up. He pointed to one of the latter hand raises. "Hundred ninety-two pounds tritonal, Sarn't."

It still irked him how Army folks pronounced his rank, but he'd learned to mostly just ignore it. "Correct. Moving on. The LJDAM has two guidance modes. It can receive GPS coordinates like any other JDAM, but the air coordinator on the ground also has the option to use laser guidance to get this weapon to its target. This is useful to land it on smaller, more mobile targets."

A hand went up. This wasn't one of his actual TACP students, it was one of the Arm Slave kids; they were rotated through some blocks because, on occasion, it might be necessary for an AS pilot to call in an airstrike. The severe-looking boy's namestrip read 'SAGARA.' "Yes, Cadet Sagara?"

Despite having been told at the start of the class that it was not necessary, Sagara stood up and went to the position of parade rest. "Staff Sergeant Reilly, if opting to use the laser guidance module, and the laser seeker signal is interrupted for any reason, what happens then?"

Reilly nodded. "An excellent question, Cadet Sagara. If the seeker head loses laser guidance for more than twenty seconds, targeting reverts to GPS/Inertial Navigation Software."

Notes:
None.

The Basics
Name: Teletha Testarossa
Alias/Nicknames: Tessa, Ansuz, Urzu 1
Universe: Full Metal Panic!
Age: 16 (December 24th, 1984)
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: American
Program: Engineer, Unit Leader
Company: Merida
Rank: Cadet 3rd Class

Appearance
Height: 5' 2"
Weight: 110 lbs.
Build: Slender
Hair Color and Style: Silver, typically worn up in a french braid.
Eye Color: Silver
Skin (or other) Tone: Pale
Common Clothing and Accessories: When out of her school uniform, Tessa is fond of loose casual clothing, typically blouses or t-shirts and jeans. She usually ties her hair up with a ribbon of some kind, which varies in color.

The "Real You"
Personality: Tessa she is very smart when it comes to battlefield tactics and conflicts and has displayed very impressive military prowess and strategy. Tessa is young, and therefore, hasn't lost that optimism that she can make a difference. She is also stubborn and will try her hardest to prove wrong those who tell her she can't do something.

The girl is also terminally clumsy. I don't think she goes ten minutes without messing up something or falling on her ass. (To be fair, that's not quite true, but it does seem to happen often.)

Tessa is a big of a dunce in the social field, however. While she is very upfront about what needs to be handled in school, she is a more or less socially awkward when hanging out with those people she considers her friends. She has a habit of blushing uncontrollably about topics. She is naturally curious about everything new to her, and she displays vast knowledge and intelligence in a great amount of fields. Tessa also has a habit of chewing on her ponytail.

Basically: Genius level military nerd on the outside, shy and socially awkward typical girly teenager on the inside.

Likes:

• Tea
  
• Fair Judgement
  
• Learning of any kind.

Dislikes:

• Alcohol
  
• Being told, "It can't be done."
  
• Irresponsibility

Skills:

• Submarine technology and development.
  
• Keeping a calm mind in times of stress.
  
• Basic handgun skills and handling.

Fears:

• Never finding someone who's not taken.
  
• Losing what little family she has left.
  
• Never being able to admit her feelings to Sousuke.

Powers:
N/A

Where'd you come from?
Relatives:
Father: Carl Testarossa (Deceased)
Mother: Maria Testarossa (Deceased)
Twin Brother: Leonard Testarossa


History: Born December 24, 1994 at 10:50 p.m. in Portsmouth, New Hampshire, Teletha Testarossa was the first of two twins born to Carl and Maria Testarossa. Her brother, Leonard, was born a few minutes before her. As a toddler, Leonard and Teletha both showed themselves to be extremely bright for their age. As they grew older, their intellects became more apparent. At age four, Leonard solved Einstein’s non-linear differential equations of General Relativity, a full two years ahead of his sister, who did not solve the material until she was six. By age five, the pair were already showing an aptitude for science and mathematics generally reserved for only the best and brightest of scholars.

In her youth, Teletha was quite shy, but often forced herself to stick around her father or mother when they brought people to the house in an attempt to strengthen her relationships and social abilities. Despite that, when not being introduced to family friends, Teletha was quite attached to her brother, spending long hours studying and working with him on various ideas well beyond their years. When the family moved to Japan due to Carl's career in the US Navy taking them there, Teletha did not fare as well as Leonard. Being short and shy naturally around many children, she was often bullied by the other kids. She was taken out of Japanese schools and put into school at the Navy base instead.

Shortly after, the family returned to their home in Portsmouth. Carl sent Maria and the children ahead of himself, but was only a few hours behind. The attack occurred just as he was arriving. A pair of robbers assaulted the home, striking up the rich neighborhood that the Testarossa's lived in. Carl was the first to perish, but he managed to buy Maria some time to hide herself and the children.

Maria secreted Teletha away, but kept Leonard with her, knowing it was only a matter of time before the criminals caught up to her. When they arrived, she attempted to use him as a bargaining chip: she would hand him over without a fight so long as they let her live, willing them to do whatever they might want to. Sell him into a slavery ring for all she cared. To her, he was a freak. The men appeared to go along with the deal at first, but killed Maria as soon as Leonard was in their possession. Leonard flew into a fury and managed to escape and evaded the men until the fire department and police arrived, attracted to the site by reports of gunfire and the mansion having become an inferno, having caught on fire. The thieves were forced to retreat.

The following day, Teletha and Leonard were placed in the custody of US Navy Admiral Jerome Borda, a close friend of the family. Leonard, having been twice-betrayed by his mother, began growing even more distant and standoffish. Teletha, shocked by the loss of her parents, grew exceptionally close to Borda, seeking need for paternal comfort. She eventual came to calling the man Uncle Jerry. As soon as was a viable option for them, Borda enrolled Tessa and Leonard into MITHRIL Academy.

Sample: Tessa flipped the page of the book she was holding, skimming the text there. As assured as she was of her own knowledge on the advancements of submarine technology, it would not to to write her paper without proper sources and citations. Even if she felt she probably knew more than her instructor on the subject. ...Even if she was certain she knew more than her instructor, but just didn't want to tell the wizened old man as much. (And, to be fair, it wasn't his specialized subject.) Besides, the man felt she was his star student, and she'd feel terrible if she made him feel inadequate, for he was certainly teaching the other students a great deal.

Tapping the passage she had tracked down, she wandered back to her claimed table in the library. The Academy certainly had its decent share of well taken care of technical manuals and books. A good few number of which lay littered across her table. She rifled through the papers of her report. Nine pages thus far, the report was a required five. She hadn't even gotten to prove the point she wanted to yet, either. The silver haired girl set to work once more, her mechanical pencil flying across the page. She preferred to write much of her work, which she later transcribed to the computer. Writing on paper made her feel more in control of her words and knowledge, as if it was flowing through her body onto the page.

She normally remained focused, but the words floating through the library to her ears broke her attention. Tessa paused, her writing slowing to a halt. Some kind of chatter about a girl confessing her affections for a boy she liked.

The silver-haired girl sighed.

That must be a splendid thing, having that kind of courage. Tessa by no means considered herself a coward... but when it came to liking someone... well. She liked a certain Sousuke Sagara, but it was no secret around the school that a certain pair went hand in hand together. So Tessa had, more or less, done her best to put such things from her mind, throwing herself into her studies. Maybe one day she'd work up the courage to at least tell Sagara her affections. She was more than certain he would not return them, but it would be a welcome weight to get off her chest.

Perhaps one day. But, then, perhaps not.

Notes:
If I lapse into Pokemon anywhere in this profile, forgive me, I stole her history from my Pokemon app for her.

The Basics

Name:Yui Takamura
Alias/Nicknames:
Universe:Muvluv Alternative: Total Eclipse
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Japanese
Program: Piloting/Engineering
Company: Merida
Rank: Cadet 3rd Class

Appearance

Height: ?
Weight: ?
Build: ?
Hair Color and Style: Brown and layered, with the longest parts reaching slightly past her waist at the back. There is a small pieces of white ribbon wrapped around a bunch of locks towards the front on her left side.
Eye Color: Purple
Skin (or other) Tone: Fair
Common Clothing and Accessories: Mithril Academy uniform



The "Real You"

Personality:Yui is a studious and highly disciplined cadet with an impressive degree of willpower and mental fortitude. In spite of this the loss of her mentor and two of her closest friends has affected her very deeply despite the strong front she puts up. Those who knew her before the death of her friends would find the current Yui’s attitude to be harsh and unfriendly in comparison to the diligent but generally sociable Yui of the past.

Likes:

• Kendo
  
• Cooking
  

Dislikes:

• Lack of Discipline
  
• Mistakes made in training
  
• Wastefulness

Skills:

• Arm Slave Piloting
  
• Leadership
  
• Organizing

Fears:

• Losing more comrades
  
• Failing on her chosen path
  

Where'd you come from?

Relatives:
Mother (alive)
Father (deceased)
Iwaya Eiji (Uncle, alive)

History:

Yui hails from a wealthy and well established family with strong ties to both the old Imperial Japanese Army and the modern Self Defence Forces. Her father, an engineer with Mitsubishi Heavy Industries, and her uncle, an officer in the Ground Self Defense Force, both played significant roles in the development of Japan’s first domestically produced Arm Slave, the Type 96. This background led Yui to have an interest in AS development and ambitions of piloting one, preferably as a test pilot. It was because of this that her uncle, who had by then retired from the SDF and begun working for what he humorously referred to as a “Large Private Security Company” recommended she apply to Mithril Academy, as his new job had brought him into contact with several Mithril graduates and convinced him that the Academy’s AS related training was top notch.

Yui thrived during her first two years at Mithril. Not only was she one of the top students in her year, but she also developed several close friendships with other students such as Izumi Noto. She even managed to become close friends with Yamashiro Kazusa, another first year girl who initially viewed Yui as her rival.

It was during Yui’s third year at Mithril that tragedy struck. Shortly before the end of the year the academy was contacted by the government of a small country, which was looking for help in dealing with a rebel encampment located in a remote area. The intelligence provided by the customer indicated that the mission was fairly low risk, so the Academy agreed to a plan that would see three AS teams provided by the academy neutralize the encampment’s heavy weapons so that government troops could move in and secure it. Yui, Yamashiro, and Izumi were among the students who volunteered to participate in the mission, and were placed in the second of the three AS teams under the command of Kyoko Takatsukasa, a fourth year student whom Yui greatly admired.

Unfortunately the intelligence provided to the academy significantly understated the enemy’s strength, and a later investigation would conclude that the rebels had most likely been tipped off about the raid. The Academy’s AS teams were ambushed by RK-92s and anti-tank weapons shortly after the mission began, with several units being knocked out of action almost immediately. With the instructor leading the operation incapacitated and the first and third AS teams in disarray, Kyoko took charge of the situation and ordered Yui, Yamashiro, and Izumi to supress the enemy while the other AS teams recovered the pilots of the disabled machines and began to fall back. Once this had was accomplished the four attempted to retreat in a direction that would lead any pursuers away from the other teams, but Kyoko was wounded when her unit was hit from long range by an anti-tank missile. Yui wanted to stop and try to rescue her wounded team leader, but Kyoko ordered Yui to prioritize the safety of the other cadets and leave her behind.

After reluctantly leaving Kyoko behind, Yui, Izumi, and Yamashiro were pursued by rebel RK-92s, which they were eventually forced to engage. The three cadets managed to destroy or disable all their pursuers, but their own machines were so heavily damaged in the process that they were forced to abandon them. Yui did not find Izumi quickly enough to save her from being killed, but did manage to reach the injured Yamashiro. She would spend the next two hours trying to get her fellow cadet to safety while evading rebel search teams. The arrival of one of the academy’s helicopters on scene eventually convinced her to risk setting off a signal flare, which revealed her position to both friendly and enemy forces. The response from Mithril was swift, but arrived too late to prevent Yamashiro from behind killed by a rebel bullet, and Yui herself ended up being injured when one of her rescuers was forced to engage rebel troops that were in close proximity to her position.

Due to her physical and psychological injuries, Yui was unable to complete her third year. In fact she missed the start of the next year as well, and many doubted she would return to the academy. But to the surprise of many, Yui insisted on returning to the academy the following year –even if she had to repeat her third year from the beginning. Even Yui’s uncle –who found himself deeply regretting his decision to recommend she attend Mithril -found himself unable to convince her to give up on her goal. After a thorough physical and psychological evaluation Yui was allowed to return to the academy that most of her friends had already left. But she wasn’t the same person she was before.

Sample:
I suck at deciding on what to do for these samples, so what sort of thing would you like to see?