Rebel Profiles
I'm controlled by: Kringe55
I fight in the name of: URC
I was named: Kylar Ornellos
I've survived this long: 31
I've Reached the rank of: Commander-in-Chief
I've been assigned: Assault
I prefer a: An Assault Shotgun, a Desert Eagle, a Machete.
I can be a little: Commanding and blunt. Prone to fits of anger. Rarely relaxes.
A little about myself: Kylar joined the military straight out of high school, following in his father's footsteps. He was a private in the military the day the Alien Coalition forces attacked, and his squad was separated from the main forces in the ensuing days of chaos. After losing his squad Commander, along with half the squad, Kylar took control of the remaining men and led them to rendezvous with the the main forces, earning him military honors, as well as a promotion.
As the Aliens pushed the military back and scattered it's forces, Kylar took command, once again, of a separated section of troops. Realizing that the battle was a lost cause, he led his disheveled army the safety of a cave in rural South Carolina, collecting survivors along the day. He his ragtag group of soldiers and survivors to work expanding the cave system, eventually establishing a community, as well as a link with other separated forces of the military. He began reorganizing the military in a future effort to retake Earth, leading the URC at the helm, claiming the title of Commander-in-Chief.
I'm controlled by: Kringe55
I fight in the name of: URC
I was named: Trevor Green
I've survived this long: 19
I've Reached the rank of: Private
I've been assigned: Medic
prefer a: A Sub-machine gun, a Colt M1911A1 pistol, A stun rod.
I can be a little: Extremely shy, but eccentric. Gets nervous rather Easily. More of a follower than a leader.
A little about myself: Trevor was rather younger when Earth was attacked, and he lost his parents in the initial Alien assault. He sought safety in the nearby military camps, but was once again left alone when the camp was forced to scatter, and he began scavenging to survive, hiding from any foreign invaders he happened to come across. He was rescued by Kylar's original group of survivors, and made his way to the South Carolina camp with them.
Feeling he owed the Rebellion his life, Kylar enrolled in one of the URC training camps, and discovered he had talent as a medic. He was sent to specialized classes to better develop these abilities, and eventually graduated from the top of his class as a Combat Medic. He was enlisted as a private at the age of 19 after his extensive medical training, and was immediately thrown into a squad to make use of his talents.
I'm controlled by: dontmylistme
I fight in the name of: U.R.C.
I was named: Michaela George
I've survived this long: nineteen
I've Reached the rank of: Junior Medic
I've been assigned: Medic
prefer a: Revolver, handknives.
I can be a little: Fiesty. Thought generally people call me Chirpy. I always see the brighter side of things, though this is sometimes no appreciated. "You've got another one!" isn't the kind of response an amputee really wants to hear.
A little about myself: Well really, nothing much to put here. My father married my mother. He died for the cause. My mum doesn't really do much. She just cooks for the soldiers. None the less, it was she who spawned me out, and for that I am grateful. It's not greatly easy for a woman to get onto the front lines, that is why I have joined the medics. I get my own gun and EVERYTHING!! I can stomach the horrible injuries I have to sew up, so I might as well. But really... I'd love to get involved in espionage work, covert... sneaking... shooting aliens in their sleep.
But bandaging our warriors will serve me right. Just like my mum making bacon butties, I'll do my little bit for the cause.
